[Intro]
[Paired snare strikes and low piano notes mimic the red-alert cycle.]

[Verse 1]
Red across the bridge, red along the glass,
Red upon the faces as the damage reports pass.
Deck eleven flooded, deck fourteen sealed,
A fracture near the conduit that cannot yet be healed.
The lift doors stand open on an empty, smoking shaft,
The captain hears the numbers, but every number breathes,
A family in quarters, an ensign on their knees.

[Pre-Chorus]
“Divert to the core.”
“Then the lower decks go cold.”
“Cut power to the labs.”
“There are people to be pulled.”

[Chorus]
Red across the bridge, red upon the name,
Every light demands a choice, every choice becomes a flame.
Red across the bridge, no order leaves us whole,
You can seal a door of steel—you cannot seal the soul.
Red across the bridge, but the blue heart beats again.

[Verse 2]
The captain faced the viewscreen while the waiting crew stood still,
No cheering in the silence, only training, trust and will.
“Evacuate eleven. Seal the outer spine.
Route heat through the sickbay. Give engineering time.”
A lieutenant asked softly, “What about the research wing?”
“Erase it if you have to. No archive outweighs breath.”
The order crossed the vessel like a sentence passed on death.

[Chorus]
Red across the bridge, red upon the name,
Every light demands a choice, every choice becomes a flame.
Red across the bridge, no order leaves us whole,
You can seal a door of steel—you cannot seal the soul.
Red across the bridge, but the blue heart beats again.

[Breakdown]
[Melodic bass continues alone beneath clipped system reports and sparse drum accents.]

Primary shields at twenty.
Life support rerouted.
Evacuation counted.
Warp containment falling.
Every station answers:
“We are here. Endure.”

[Bridge]
The captain wiped a streak of blood from the command display,
Saw it mark the names still trapped along the way.
“I will carry every name. Record each choice I made.
The rank belongs to duty—not the comfort of the grade.”

[Final Chorus]
Red across the bridge, red upon the name,
Every light demands a choice, and I will bear the blame.
Red across the bridge, though no order leaves us whole,
We will guard the living ship without abandoning its soul.
Hold the line in darkness while the wounded engines strain;
Red across the bridge—and the blue heart beats again.

[Outro]
The warning lights kept turning, but the bridge no longer shook.
Then engineering called with fear no training manual took:
“The core is losing rhythm. Captain, come below.
It may keep beating minutes—or it may be time to go.”
