Lyric

Three, two, one

Static in the headset, red dust on his sole

Satellites lined up, little lights in a row

Tiny suns on the ground, black holes in the code

Whole world compressed, I need room for my soul

Split atoms for power, stars in a cage

Antimatter dreams while they tax every wage

Pressure in the chamber, engines start to breathe

Light that flame up — I need space to breathe

Came from the bottom of a gravity well

No plug, no budget, had to market myself

“Build your numbers, then maybe we’ll help”

Funny how success is the key to the shelf

Every stream spin, everybody take cuts

New kid hungry while the top floor stuffed

Call it exposure, can’t pay no rent

By the time I get mine, ain’t much percent

Old constellations wanna stay in place

They don’t fear bad songs, they fear new names

New star rise, somebody losing their space

Gravity talking with a smile in your face

Split nuclei, chain reaction ignite

Artificial sun burning under the night

We can bottle a star, bend matter with light

But can’t give new talent a fair damn slice

Moon sending whispers through satellites high

Microwave charge with an X in the sky

Maybe broadband, maybe something more

Quiet little cannon asleep in orbit

Stay grounded? Nah, I heard “stay beneath”

Stay grateful for crumbs, don’t question the fee

Escape velocity, I’m building the speed

World getting tight — I need space to breathe

Blastoff — give me room to breathe

Whole world squeezing like it don’t want me free

Redshift glow, old rules underneath

I need space, I need space to breathe

Blastoff — don’t look down

New stars coming, better move that crown

Gravity tried keeping everybody bound

Three, two, one — we leaving the ground

Advance look sweet till you read that twice

Money ain’t free when they own your rights

Art on one side, rent on the next

Rich folks saying “do it all for respect”

Government orbit with a hand in the jar

Take from the worker, say it’s for tomorrow

Budget disappear like light near a star

Ask where it went, get a hundred-page chart

Black-hole accounting, cash fall inside

People get lighter while the offices thrive

“Everybody tighten belts,” that’s the line

Funny how their waist gain mass over time

Antimatter locked where the magnets hold tight

Matter meet opposite, vanish in light

That’s my paycheck after bills hit twice

Whole month working, gone overnight

One X in the sky, one X on the name

Satellite chain feeding microwave rain

Moonlight charging what nobody can see

Till the whole night flash white on the street

Red giant ego in a vacuum-black room

Selling us Mars while we choke on this blue

Maybe he dreams, maybe remembers the view

Maybe red ain’t where he’s going — it’s somewhere he knew

Blastoff — give me room to breathe

Whole world squeezing like it don’t want me free

Redshift glow, old rules underneath

I need space, I need space to breathe

Blastoff — don’t look down

New stars coming, better move that crown

Gravity tried keeping everybody bound

Three, two, one — we leaving the ground

Dark matter moving what nobody can see

Backroom gravity bending industries

Invisible hands decide who gets the feed

You don’t see the force, only who gets to breathe

City too loud, feed never sleeps

Eyes on the screen, pressure running too deep

Whole planet crowded, nobody got room

So I’m building thrust, aiming past the moon

Event horizon, sign and you’re gone

Masters, publishing swallowing songs

Same black hole downtown eating our pay

Forms come back, but the money fades away

We used to look up and worship the sun

Now we make little stars and call it well done

Split atoms apart, fuse atoms as one

Playing with the cosmos while the poor get none

New artists treated like infinite supply

“Another thousand waiting, why should we try?”

That’s gravity talking in a suit and a tie

Keep the new stars low so the old stay high

Pressure make fusion when the core gets dense

Little voices together turn weight into strength

Chain reaction start with one small spark

Then a whole new galaxy light up the dark

Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s art

Maybe that spaceman just misses his stars

I ain’t saying names, I’m following clues

World got me choking — I’m cutting it loose

Blastoff — give me room to breathe

Whole world squeezing like it don’t want me free

Redshift glow, old rules underneath

I need space, I need space to breathe

Blastoff — don’t look down

New stars coming, better move that crown

Gravity tried keeping everybody bound

Three, two, one — we leaving the ground