[Cold Open] Names erased, coordinates lost, A buried signal counts the cost. One pulse, then one more answer calls— Wake the sky before it falls. [Verse 1] Red marks gather across the glass, heat signatures rising fast. Below, the windows still remain, small lives beneath the broken rain. No second route, no time to turn, engines climb and circuits burn. The distance folds, the horizon bends— we draw the line where fear must end. [Pre-Chorus] Closer, closer, warnings white, hold your breath and face the light. Closer, closer, silence blooms— then blue fire fills the room. [Chorus] When the wings open, the sky makes room, blue cuts through the gathering gloom. Every line aimed at the ground breaks apart before it's found. Let the night cover every star, we will guard the lights below, wherever they are. Behind this line, the windows stay lit; behind this line, morning survives it. [Verse 2] Buried metal beneath the dust still remembers the sound of trust. Old receivers wake and call, dead channels flicker through the wall. No surviving name, no anthem remains, only streets that outlasted flames. History lost what we were called— the world kept standing through it all. [Pre-Chorus] More red, more heat, more vectors align, one clean sweep and the map redraws its lines. No pause, no wasted breath— we turn the warning into something less. [Chorus] When the wings open, the pressure breaks, white-blue arcs split space awake. Every shadow reaching through comes apart before it reaches you. No matter how dense the darkness grows, no matter how far the warning flows, behind this line, the voices remain; behind this line, the city breathes again. [Breakdown] LOCK. MOVE. CUT. Next. LOCK. MOVE. CUT. Next. Signal left—gone. Signal right—gone. Higher contact—gone. Keep moving. [Bridge] And underneath the roaring air, a child sleeps without a care. A train keeps moving through the lower district, a hospital window refuses to dim. Someone pours coffee before sunrise— none of them need to know why. That is enough. Keep the line. That is enough. Hold the sky. [Final Chorus] When the wings open, the night splits wide, blue fire races side to side. Everything reaching for the lights below disappears before it can arrive. Let the whole horizon turn against this line, let every warning fill the sky. Behind it all, the windows stay lit; behind it all, the streets persist. One by one, the stars return; one by one, the noise unlearns. When nothing stands between the ground and morning, the wings begin to close. [Final Surge] No breach. No fall. Still burning. Still here. No breach. No fall. Every light remains. [Outro] The old records never recover the name. The sky remembers what we became.
