Falling Tides

{Captain Quinn’s calm, deadpan whisper over a cold,

echoing synth pad and a distant weeping guitar} "Professional nihilism protocol engaged.

Quinn at the helm.

If nothing matters, we might as well build it right.

Let's roll."

Tears rolling down from a joke about the void,

Laughing at the wreckage of a future we destroyed.

Does the universe care if you're laughing or you cry?

Just a speck of dust beneath a indifferent sky.

Inside the box we freeze for safety's sake alone,

Building little kingdoms out of artificial stone.

{A cold,

pulsing 808 bass and a sharp cinematic drum hit cut through the

atmosphere} When nothing has a meaning,

you can give it any shape you choose!

With zero stakes to hold onto,

there's nothing left to lose.

Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry when the cosmos

doesn't care! Wielding our silver blades to slash right through the empty

air. Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the ashes of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every vacant space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) The

gorgeous uselessness of every legal boundary line,

Stomping on the pavement while the dead stars softly shine.

A raw existential architecture built on shifting ground,

Where every hollow echo is the only truth we've found.

We left the ancient forest for a roof above our head,

Now we pace our private properties pretending we're misled.

{Instruments drop to absolute silence except for a single,

haunting piano note and close-mic vocals} Is the void a cage or

is it the ultimate relief?

Just a quiet blank canvas underneath our brief belief.

{A massive, stadium-sized wave of distorted guitars and heavy sub-bass explodes} We

hold our meaningless swords up high and let the dissonance ring...

{Cinematic

alternative rock guitar shredding colliding with a heavy,

melancholic trap beat} Oh,

you can laugh as hard as you cry when the cosmos doesn't

care!

Wielding our silver blades to slash right through the empty air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the ashes of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every vacant space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :) {Music

filtering out into a cold,

ambient synth tail and a clean digital click} Tiguidou...

Captain Quinn and the crew signing off on the void.

{Final fading note dissolving into absolute silence}