The low, throaty rumble of a combustion engine idling in the extreme cold. A high-pitched, oscillating synthesizer whine fades in, causing the audio to briefly glitch and pop.) (Verse 1) I keep the Ranger idling, the heater is low We’re out past the timber, parked in the snow The angels are dead, but the sky isn't clear A silent anomaly hovers right here It darts through the black without making a sound Defying the physics that tether the ground It isn't a saint and it isn't a star Just flashing its lights in the dark where we are. (Chorus) (The bass synth drops in—a heavy, suffocating low-end drone.) So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are holding the line and we ain’t looking back Let the righteous have gold and their blinding white light I'll build us a kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. (Verse 2) (The beat locks into a tense, steady click. The engine hum continues underneath.) You open the ledger, you log the degrees The colors that bleed through the skeleton trees I sit in the driver's seat watching the sight The silent mechanic securing the night They drop from the zenith, they dive to the dirt But we are immune to the panic and hurt We don't fear the glow and we don't fear the void We’re tracking the ships that the old world deployed. (Bridge) (The beat stops entirely. Absolute dead air for two seconds. Then, a massive, wall-shaking instrumental drop hits—heavy, industrial, and completely unforgiving.) Let them hover and stare In the freezing night air There is nothing to find We left them behind. They look for a crack in the border we drew But there is just midnight, the silence, and you. (Verse 3) (The rhythm returns, but faster, more urgent. The synthesizers warble as if the electronics are failing.) The dashboard is glowing, the compass is dead The anomaly circles right over our head I'm holding the perimeter, capturing proof Two outlaws recording the unvarnished truth The Book’s getting heavy, the borders are tight We’re staring right into their desperate light The ultimate rebels, the keepers of time Just logging the strange at the scene of the crime. (Chorus) So close your eyes tight, let the oceans go black We are holding the line and we ain’t looking back Let the righteous have gold and their blinding white light I'll build us a kingdom deep in the night Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. (Outro) (The heavy synth bass slowly winds down, like a turbine losing power. The static increases.) You log the degrees. I'll watch the sky fall. We outlived the light. We outlived it all. In the dark side of heaven... Forever to keep. (The static cuts out sharply. The only sound left is the idling engine of the Ranger, running steady in the cold, before fading to silence.)
