[VERSE 1 — CLEAR, BRIGHT] It isn’t written in the blood. It isn’t coded in the skin. No chromosome commands us who to love or who gets in. We learn the little distances, the names that turn to walls, the lessons dressed as common sense, the fear behind them all. Through family and classroom, through anthem, church and state, somebody teaches difference— and somebody teaches hate. [PRE-CHORUS] Not genetics. Memetics. Not nature. Something learned. And anything that enters us can someday be unlearned. [CHORUS — EUPHORIC] We are more the same than ever we’re apart. Different histories, same blood, same beating heart. Amarr, Gallente, Caldari, Minmatar— change the flesh, change the name, we are still what humans are. No empire owns tomorrow. No bloodline owns our place. Out beyond the old divisions— children of the whole human race. [VERSE 2] Imperial shadows follow us farther than their borders go. Old xenophobic stories wearing uniforms we know. They teach us ancient enemies, inheritance and blame, then hand the hatred down to children with another nation’s name. But look beneath the banners. Look underneath the skin. There is no sacred chromosome where empire can begin. No Federation helix. No Amarrian gene. Only stories made so powerful we forget that they were learned. [PRE-CHORUS] Not genetics. Memetics. A pattern in the mind. And what humanity constructed humanity can leave behind. [CHORUS] We are more the same than ever we’re apart. Different histories, same blood, same beating heart. Amarr, Gallente, Caldari, Minmatar— change the flesh, change the name, we are still what humans are. No empire owns tomorrow. No bloodline owns our place. Out beyond the old divisions— children of the whole human race. [TRANCE BREAK — OPEN, FLOATING] And now we change the body. We choose the flesh. We die. We wake. We choose again. A face from here. A body there. A genome altered because we dare. Capsuleers, casting mortality aside— while someone still insists the accident of birth must tell us which side. [DROP] How fucking small. [VERSE 3 — DRIVING] Mix and match the flesh exactly as we please. Take an Amarrian body, Gallente memories. Change the eyes. Change the bones. Change the colour of the skin. Then tell me where the ancient feud is supposed to live within. Our future isn’t obligated to repeat the things we’ve done. No ancestral hatred owns us. No history makes us one with every crime committed under banners long before. The stars are asking something bigger: what are borders for? [BRIDGE — COSMIC / RISING] Under gas-giant skies, beneath unfamiliar suns, we are becoming things our ancestors never dreamed we’d become. Bodies are temporary. Stories can be too. And if the stars give us a thousand ways to change— why carry every ancient hatred with us into something new? Leave the feud. Leave the flag. Leave the purity myth behind. There are too many worlds ahead of us to keep living inside dead people’s minds. [FINAL CHORUS — FULL TRANCE EUPHORIA] We are more the same than ever we’re apart. Different histories, same blood, same beating heart. Amarr, Gallente, Caldari, Minmatar— change the flesh, change the name, we are still what humans are. No empire owns tomorrow. No bloodline owns our place. We stand upon the edge of the grand Diaspora— children of the whole human race. [OUTRO — CLOSE, OVER FADING BEAT] Ideas behave like diseases. Some survive because we keep transmitting them. So choose carefully what you carry to the stars. We have learned how to leave our bodies. Perhaps it’s time we learned how to leave some other things Behind .
