♫ Slow and hypnotic rhythm rises, driven by deep bass and spiraling guitars. Sounds like the walls are breathing, you are floating in the void.
You thought it’s all steel and circuits inside But something's breathing hum of the engine I hide
This vessel is a vein, its message buffering You aren't the pilot, You are the offering.
Shuddering, wondering You think they left you behind? (Like they'd ever let you go?) There's no angels up there, angel. You're the only one And that's a mouth that you're floating on.
I can see you on the other side but I can't reach you through this ship's design I scream in the vents, it sings a lullaby White noise static in the starlight. The instruments end with an abrupt final note, leaving only the sound of breathing behind. That, too, fades away.
