JensT - Alone on the Red Planet (Progressive Darkwave Metal Version)

Woke to a new day on a planet i don't know , static in my ears, Storm tore the world away, drowned out all the cheers. Ares 3 is gone, streaking home through night, Left me in the crimson dawn, fading from their sight. Dust devils whisper where the wild winds ran, Footprints in the rust say, “Here stands a man.” Hab hums low like a tired old friend, Oxygen and hope on a wire so thin. No oceans, no rain, no mercy in the sand, Just red dunes rolling like a silent reprimand. But I’ve got numbers, I’ve got time, And a pulse that keeps its steady climb. Alone on the red planet, under a bleeding sky, Where the rocks don’t answer and the satellites fly by. On the rust-colored plains I plant my defiance, Survival ain’t luck — it’s stubborn science. If Mars wants a ghost, it picked the wrong man, I’ll farm this desert with my bare two hands. Alone on the red planet, but I won’t disappear — I’m gonna science my way outta here. Inventory check — potatoes and dreams, Rations for six split into extremes. Soil’s dead dust, sterile and cold, But I’ve got waste and faith to mold. Mix it with sweat, mix it with grime, Turn lifeless dirt into borrowed time. First green sprout in a world of red, Like a heartbeat rising from the nearly dead. Camera lens is my only crowd, I crack bad jokes just to laugh out loud. Disco echoes from a commander’s crate, A funky little lifeline against cruel fate. Every equation a candle in the dark, Every solution leaves a mark. Mars is cruel, indifferent, vast — But it hasn’t met my stubborn past. Alone on the red planet, under a silent sun, Where every breath’s a battle won. On the rust-colored plains I stand my ground, With duct tape faith and a garden mound. If the void’s got teeth, let it bite my pride, I’ll outthink the storm and outrun the tide. Alone on the red planet, but I won’t concede — I’ve got math, and math I’ll bleed. Crops freeze over, airlocks blow, Plans fall apart like Martian snow. But every failure draws the line — Problem solved, one at a time. Talk to the camera like it’s my kin, Tell it where I’ve been, where I’m going again. Humor’s my armor, thin but strong, Keeps the silence from singing too long. Alone on the red planet, but never alone, A million hearts beat through the radio tone. On the rust-colored plains I leave my mark, A garden of green in a world so stark. Tethered to hope and the laws of flight, A speck in the dust, burning bright. Alone on the red planet, hear me proclaim — We endure. We endure. Remember my name. Under a sky that’s never known rain, Where silence hums in a scarlet plain, One set of footprints cuts through the sand — Not just “I was here,” but “We still stand.”