Lyric

We tune our bones to radiation hums

Silver strings stretched between dying suns

Conductors made of gravity and breath

Counting time in the language of collapse

No stage, no floor, no ground beneath

Only orbiting silence learning how to breathe

Play me in spirals, play me in flames

A million arms moving out of phase

This is a symphony without a home

Written in matter that’s never been known

Hear it crack the shape of space and time

An alien orchestra, perfectly misaligned

Brass crescendos bend the light to tears

Percussion drumming on collapsing years

Choirs of voids in polyphonic strain

Harmony learned from supernova pain

We don’t resolve, we only expand

Every chord a shattered plan

Play me in spirals, play me in flames

A million minds beating different frames

This is music that refuses form

Born in the aftermath of every storm

Hear it crawl through the cosmic spine

An alien orchestra, perfectly misaligned

No audience, no applause

Only echoes rewriting laws

If the universe is meant to end

Let it end on one last bend

Play until matter forgets its role

Until rhythm dissolves the whole

If silence comes, let it find

Fragments of rhythm still intertwined

Not a song, not a sign to follow

Just sound stretching into tomorrow

The baton falls into endless night

And keeps on moving, out of sight