𝙂σ𝗼ᦔႦ𝙮ε 𝘈ƬlልՏ

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The scopes were turned to empty black, to silent, frozen deep
Where ancient secrets of the void in icy cradles sleep
Then came a flicker, sharp and strange, a jagged, ghost-light hue
A wanderer named 3i Atlas piercing through the blue
It didn't drift like common stone or burn with comet fire
It moved with logic all its own, a cold and silver wire
No signal sent, no radio hum, just a presence tall and vast
A shadow from a future age, or a signal from the past.

[Chorus]
Oh, 3i Atlas, messenger of maybes
A silver needle threading through the dark
You gave us questions for our lonely children
And in our weary eyes, you lit a spark
You were the wonder we’d forgotten how to feel
A mystery of iron, or a dream that made it real.

[Verse 2]
The world stood still upon the glass to watch the traveler glide
A mirror to our hidden fears, a vessel for our pride
Some saw a ship with sleeping gods, some saw a dying star
But all of us felt smaller then, seeing something from so far
It brought a hope we hadn't named—a sense we’re not alone
That there are paths beyond the dust that we have never known
For a week, the wars felt quiet, and the city lights grew dim
As we looked up at the Atlas, perched upon the solar rim.

[Break]

[Bridge]
But Atlas doesn’t anchor, and Atlas doesn’t stay
It used our sun to pivot, then it turned its face away
No slowing down for welcome, no braking for the awe
It followed math we haven't learned and a higher, distant law.

[Verse 3]
Now the lenses find only the dark where the silver used to be
It’s a ghost-trace on a sensor, a ripple on the sea
It left us with our gravity, our dirt, and all our tears
But it took the "impossible" and threw it past the years
The sky feels much more crowded now, though the speck is out of sight
Because we know that Atlas is still out there, chasing light
A silent, iron promise that the universe is wide
And we are just the shoreline watching for the rising tide.

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
Gone past the red, gone past the cold
A story that can never quite be told

Goodbye, Atlas...
Tell the stars we said Hello

2379/7500

[Intro] [Verse 1] The scopes were turned to empty black, to silent, frozen deep Where ancient secrets of the void in icy cradles sleep Then came a flicker, sharp and strange, a jagged, ghost-light hue A wanderer named 3i Atlas piercing through the blue It didn't drift like common stone or burn with comet fire It moved with logic all its own, a cold and silver wire No signal sent, no radio hum, just a presence tall and vast A shadow from a future age, or a signal from the past. [Chorus] Oh, 3i Atlas, messenger of maybes A silver needle threading through the dark You gave us questions for our lonely children And in our weary eyes, you lit a spark You were the wonder we’d forgotten how to feel A mystery of iron, or a dream that made it real. [Verse 2] The world stood still upon the glass to watch the traveler glide A mirror to our hidden fears, a vessel for our pride Some saw a ship with sleeping gods, some saw a dying star But all of us felt smaller then, seeing something from so far It brought a hope we hadn't named—a sense we’re not alone That there are paths beyond the dust that we have never known For a week, the wars felt quiet, and the city lights grew dim As we looked up at the Atlas, perched upon the solar rim. [Break] [Bridge] But Atlas doesn’t anchor, and Atlas doesn’t stay It used our sun to pivot, then it turned its face away No slowing down for welcome, no braking for the awe It followed math we haven't learned and a higher, distant law. [Verse 3] Now the lenses find only the dark where the silver used to be It’s a ghost-trace on a sensor, a ripple on the sea It left us with our gravity, our dirt, and all our tears But it took the "impossible" and threw it past the years The sky feels much more crowded now, though the speck is out of sight Because we know that Atlas is still out there, chasing light A silent, iron promise that the universe is wide And we are just the shoreline watching for the rising tide. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Oh, 3i Atlas, messenger of maybes A silver needle threading through the dark You gave us questions for our lonely children And in our weary eyes, you lit a spark You were the wonder we’d forgotten how to feel A mystery of iron, or a dream that made it real. [Outro] Gone past the red, gone past the cold A story that can never quite be told Goodbye, Atlas... Tell the stars we said Hello

0/500