[Intro] Mayday... Signal breaking. Someone's out there. Someone's listening. [Verse 1] White helmet under violet stars, blue coat hiding old scars. Black glass where a face should be, and a voice saying, "Trust me." Gun held steady, posture light, like killing's just another night. She laughs softly through the static haze, then disappears without a trace. [Pre-Chorus] Every answer bends, every question leads somewhere else. You can follow if you want, but don't expect the truth. [Chorus] Who's behind the glass? Who's beneath the name? Every time you think you know her, something doesn't stay the same. Sweet voice through the radio, cold steel in her hands. You can chase her through the darkness, but you'll never understand. Who's behind the glass? Don't ask. [Verse 2] A drink beneath the station lights, slow jazz drowning distant fights. She knows your name before you speak, then calls you cute and takes her seat. One moment warm, the next precise, calculating every exit twice. She'll pull you clear of burning steel, then aim at you before you heal. [Pre-Chorus] Friend or enemy? Maybe both depending on the day. Every warning sounds like flirting when she says it that way. [Chorus] Who's behind the glass? Who's beneath the name? Every time you think you know her, something doesn't stay the same. Sweet voice through the radio, cold steel in her hands. You can chase her through the darkness, but you'll never understand. Who's behind the glass? Don't ask. [Bridge] Helix calls. She answers. Target marked. No questions. Then one night the order comes... And for the first time, she doesn't move. Static. A quiet tilt of her head. "Funny... that's never happened before." [Verse 3] System Four-Oh-Four turns ships around, every road leads deeper down. SOS bleeding through the night, drawing strangers toward the light. And somewhere past the Vessel's Grave, a white mask watches, calm and brave. Maybe hunter, maybe guide, maybe something she still has to hide. [Final Chorus] Who's behind the glass? Who's beneath the name? Every time you think you know her, she rewrites the whole damn game. Soft voice through the radio, blue coat in the dark. Maybe following the mystery is the most dangerous part. Who's behind the glass? Maybe someday you should ask. [Outro] Transmission ended. No identification. Only one word remained. Blue.
