[Intro — Analog synth swell + distant crew chant]
(Low vocoder hum, like foghorn through wires)
Heave…
Heave…
Hold the line…
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[Verse 1 — Lead vocal, steady, resolute]
We were born to the hum of a dying star,
Compass cracked but we came this far.
Salt in our lungs, chrome in our veins,
Hauling ghosts through electric rain.
The maps are lies but the rhythm’s true,
Every night pulls us deeper blue.
If the world won’t save us, we’ll save our own—
Sing it loud so the dark feels known.
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[Pre-Chorus — Rising arpeggiator]
Hands on the rope, don’t let it slip,
The past still pulls at the modern ship.
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[Chorus — Big, chantable]
Heave away through the neon tide,
Iron sails and the stars denied.
Old songs hum in electric brine,
Hold fast now — we cross the line.
Heave away, don’t ask why,
We don’t sink — we synchronize.
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[Verse 2 — Call-and-response feel]
Crew sings low, engines cry,
City lights where the dead stars die.
Every haul’s a memory dragged,
Every beat’s a promise tagged.
We don’t pray — we pace the deck,
Counting time in synth and breath.
If the storm learns how to speak,
It sounds like us when we’re weak.
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[Pre-Chorus — Drop instruments briefly]
You can’t drown a song that’s shared,
You can’t break what’s still prepared.
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[Chorus — Full power]
Heave away through the neon tide,
Iron sails and the stars denied.
Old songs hum in electric brine,
Hold fast now — we cross the line.
Heave away, night alive,
We don’t fade — we survive.
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[Bridge — Minimal, haunting]
(Spoken, layered)
Sing if you’re tired.
Sing if you’re scared.
Sing because no one promised we’d be spared.
(Synth rises like a wave)
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[Final Chorus — Anthem]
Heave away through the neon tide,
All hands bound by the beat inside.
Ancient voices, modern night,
Pull together — hold the light.
Heave away, hear the cry:
We are the ship.
We don’t die.
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[Outro — Chant fades into synth arpeggio]
Heave…
Heave…
Hold the line…
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