K3 or bust baby

Heavy Metal, Stainless Music Humans lit the coast just to keep the lights on Burned the coal, burned the oil, still the night was long One pale blue marble spinning in the black If we stay right here, we never make it back They said the ceiling’s set, they said the dream is done I counted every rocket like a loaded gun K1 is the porch light, K2 is the sun Anything less than the galaxy - humanity's done So pack the fuel, pack the fear, pack the names we forget If the stars don’t answer, we will make them speak K3 or bust, baby, light the whole sky K3 or bust, baby, no half-way, no lie We don’t stop at the moon, we don’t stop at the sun We don’t stop till the Milky Way knows what we’ve done Build a swarm around the daylight, drink in stellar rain Turn the waste heat into cities on a vacuum plain Every world we wake up gets a second chance to breathe Every mind we carry gets a longer place to be They’ll call us crazy till the first beam hits the rim Then they’ll call it history and swear they were in I don’t need the credit, I just need the climb A species that can see the dark and still decide So hold the line, hold the burn, hold the ones you love We’re not running from the earth, we’re running for above Type one, we learned to keep the house Type two, we learned to keep the fire Type three, we learn to keep the promise Across a hundred billion choirs If we fall, we fall facing forward If we make it, we make it loud and proud Either way the night remembers Not a flag on a rock, not a footnote, not a maybe (whisper) Throttle up, no countdown left Atmosphere’s a fist, we take the hit Max-Q on the chest, metal screaming If it folds we fold still leaning Planet’s a porch light, we already passed it Coal and excuses, we already trashed it K1 was the warm-up, K2 is the match Galaxy or rubble, no middle of the track Hold. Hold. Hold the load. Punch the black. Don’t let go. K3 or bust, baby — punch it through K3 or bust, baby — Max-Q No half-burn, no soft maybe Light the lane or light the casket K3 or bust, baby Star in a cage, we drink the flare Waste heat cities in the nowhere Every mind we carry gets a longer run Every world we wake gets a second sun They’ll call it suicide until the beam locks on Then they’ll stamp their names on what we already won I don’t need a statue, I need the climb, hold me up on a pedestal Species that can see the wall and still hit it blind Hold. Hold. Hold the line. Through the shear. Through the fire. K3 or bust, baby — punch it through K3 or bust, baby — Max-Q Or die against the wire in Max-Q Max-Q If it breaks, it breaks facing out Can you hear me, Can you feel me? Can you see me? Another version: https://aimusicgen.ai/share/dde04c4c-...