[Intro]
[Rhodes chords count five beats while isolated synth tones repeat the transmission pattern.]

[Verse 1]
I stripped out the flare and the magnetic rain,
Narrowed the carrier, measured the gain.
Beneath the noise was a voice I could trace,
Too near, too known, too clear to misplace.

The spectrum is folded, the timestamps divide,
The message arrives from both front and behind.
No orbit, no moon, no measurable mass—
Each second it sends has already come past.

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that breath.
The waveform agrees.
That is my voice.
Saying words yet to be.

[Chorus]
Static from a silent sun, calling everyone,
Naming what we have not lost, counting what’s undone.
Static from a silent sun—future on the run,
How can our tomorrow speak before today has begun?
Turn it down, but still it comes; cut the channel, still it hums—
Static from a silent sun.

[Verse 2]
I heard the chief engineer whisper, “Seal the door.”
Metal struck metal; someone cried, “Core.”
My own voice answered, “The bridge cannot hear.”
Then came a prayer from a mouth without fear.

The final phrase carries the captain’s command,
Distorted by pressure, still plain on the scan:
“Do not trust the silence. Do not follow the crown.”
Then a second voice answered, “Too late. We’re going down.”

[Chorus]
Static from a silent sun, calling everyone,
Naming what we have not lost, counting what’s undone.
Static from a silent sun—future on the run,
How can our tomorrow speak before today has begun?
Turn it down, but still it comes; cut the channel, still it hums—
Static from a silent sun.

[Instrumental Break]
[Rhodes, fretless bass and clean guitar play the signal backward while the drums remain in 5/4.]

[Bridge]
Do we turn because a future voice has spoken?
To observe is not surrender to the chart.
I heard my terror beating with my heart.
Seal the recording. Keep the channel under guard.

[Breakdown]
Seal the door.
Hold the line.
Not this time.
Carry light.
Guard the name.
Through the flame—

[Final Chorus]
Static from a silent sun, warning everyone,
Grieving for a battle that has not yet begun.
Static from a silent sun—threads are being spun,
Maybe what tomorrow says can still be overcome.
Mark the words and mark the drums; through the hull the future hums—
Static from a silent sun.

[Outro]
The channel went empty; the dead star stayed black.
Then one final heartbeat said, “You cannot turn back.”