Letras
Nyxide
Nyxide Glatchem ring
Levski lights blink slow
Red noodle in the void
Saying, "Bro, that's a jump, whoa"
Rolled up in my shiv
GLS'n says it's combat chic
Duct tape thrusters
Bargin' hold the warranty antique
Tune to the anomaly
Hull and hums hold steady
Then my power plant sneezes
Ah-choo, not ready
Levski radio crackles
"Bring snacks and spare screws"
I brought neither
Just ego and used fuses
My ship went blorp
By the Vanduul red portal cloud
Engine coughs like a space cat
Wheezing loud
If I vanish in marinara
Tell the verse I tried
But the kazoo solo slaps
And my pride just died
Vanduul pinged me back with a glare in crimson hue
I wave politely, whisper, "Please don't barbecue"
Slave turret wakes up
Thinks it's karaoke night
Belts Danger Zone off-key
Starts a diplomatic fight
I jiggle every toggle
Threaten it with soap
Shiv replies, "I'm kitbashed, pal
Manage your hope"
My ship went blorp
By the Vanduul red portal cloud
Quantum's doing yoga
Coil's bowed
If I spiral into interspace
Send a tow from Delamar
Bring tape, bring coffee
Bring a whole new star
Glatchem dust on the windshield
Levski in my rearview
Transient gate says yeehaw
ATC says who are you?
I attune, I pray
I bribe it with a snack
The portal burps marinara
And yeets me back
You flying scrap?
Me? It's artisanal
That's not a ship
It's conditional
My ship went blorp
By the Vanduul red portal cloud
But we limped to Levski
Crowd goes proud