[Intro | extended, radio static, sonar pings] [Instrumental | slow pulse enters, sparse] [Instrumental | sub bass swells, distant sirens] [Verse 1 | low spoken female, radio filter, calm] Authentication confirmed. Targets loaded, keys are turned. Every screen is glowing red, every bridge already burned. [Instrumental Break | rising sirens, pulsing sub bass] [Instrumental | ticking hi-hats, industrial drums enter] [Instrumental | full groove, distorted textures] [Verse 2 | low spoken female, tense, close mic] They fired first. Or we did. Nobody remembers why. There's a drawing on my desk, a yellow sun, a painted sky. [Instrumental Break | alarm tones, building dread] [Instrumental | heavy drums, layered sirens] [Verse 3 | low female, half-sung, cold] Silos open in the snow, contrails stitch the dark in white. Somewhere someone signs her name and swears that she was right. [Build | metallic risers, rising intensity] [Build | whispered countdown, heavy reverb] Ten. Nine. Eight. [Instrumental | drums drop out, sirens only] [Outro | whispered, then hard cut to silence] Three. Two.
