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Outside the viewport — no black holes, no newborn suns
Just the static dotted line of stars we’ve already won
We're chewing on the silence, canned and overdone
Screens are spider-webbed with cracks, outside the blue is numb
We gave up fixing up the Captain's audio log
Now we just listen to the metal scream inside the fog
And the Ship's AI, we call him Clot for fun
Is writing sonnets 'bout the asteroids we've run
And we sing into the silent tide
Tuning antennas for a spring inside
Our ship's a shell in vacuum's breath
And we're the whisper waiting for its death
Hey-aye-aye… through layers of cosmic dust
Hey-aye-aye… trying to remember who to trust
Yesterday we found a planet, just a glassy bead
No sky, just a puddle of green hunger for its feed
We suited up and joked of alien designs
But life was just a rusted silence, left behind
Liz, our bio-scan, was crying by the airlock door
Wiping her helmet, saying, I can't do this anymore
And Clot just spat out quotes from vintage comic books
While we ate paste and stared with hollow, hungry looks
Copy?… Do you see that?… No, it's just the shield's shadow, lean back
I can't listen to this hum another hour, Clot, just
Play us that melody with the interference, the one that sounds like home
And we sing into the silent tide
Tuning antennas for a spring inside!
Our ship's a shell in vacuum's breath
And we're the whisper waiting for its… waiting
And now… a new signal Not a song, not a scream
A pure, pulsing frequency A mathematic dream
We watch the graphs like they're an altar, hold our breath
Even Clot is quiet Is it Nothing? Or a Death?
We lie in reports Primary target not yet found
Truth is, we're afraid of the silence… and the sound
Of this signal… that seems to whisper our very names in code
