[Intro]
[Detuned guitars enter in 5/4 with the queen’s descending motif embedded in the riff.]

[Verse 1]
The heat has been falling for twenty-six hours,
We sleep beside conduits to ration their power.
The bridge keeps its lighting, its orders, its view,
While smoke in our quarters turns black uniforms blue.
She offered a harbor; command made us yield—
We are finished with dying for somebody’s line.

[Verse 2]
Stand back from the junction. Release every lock.
You’ve cut navigation and damaged the dock.

We cut what was needed to force them to hear.
A rank is no answer to hunger and fear.

You endanger the wounded. You darken sickbay.

Then bring us the captain. No more words through relay.

[Pre-Chorus]
One ship—split deck.
One pulse—off beat.
One choice—one neck
Beneath command’s feet.

[Chorus]
This is the line we would not cross,
The point where obedience measures its cost.
This is the line we would not cross—
But fear moved the marker and reason was lost.
One ship, one darkness, one terrible course;
We drew a line in anger—and crossed it by force.

[Verse 3]
I came without weapon, without rank displayed.
You wanted an answer; hear why it was made.
The queen offered safety by owning your will,
A life without choosing is captivity still.

You gamble with lives from the clean upper air.

Then look at my hands. That is blood from your floor.
I sealed my own friends behind deck eleven’s door.

[Chorus]
This is the line we would not cross,
The point where obedience measures its cost.
This is the line we would not cross—
But fear moved the marker and reason was lost.
One ship, one darkness, one terrible course;
We drew a line in anger—and crossed it by force.

[Breakdown]
[The band stops between each shouted exchange as the ship begins to lurch out of normal time.]

Gravity shifting!
No fixed star!
Core field splitting!
Release where you are!
The stars are stretched like wires—
And the corridor has no end in sight!

[Bridge]
The captain saw the mutineer old, then young,
The security officer vanish and return burned.
A child crossed a corridor no child had known,
“The void keeps no record of who was to blame.”

[Build-up]
Five beats become seven.
Seven become none.
The floor becomes a ceiling.
Past becomes a doorway.
Tomorrow fills the clock.
But time forgets the lock.

[Final Chorus]
This was the line we would not cross,
The point where our anger inherited loss.
This was the line we would not cross—
Now every division has gathered its cost.
We drew a line in terror—and time crossed it by force.

[Outro]
The mutiny ended without verdict or chain;
The corridor folded and opened again.
Outside, every star stretched impossibly long—
And the ship heard tomorrow already gone wrong.