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Power up and seek the nearest signal

Autopilot toward last hope

Peaceful sleepers to a violent dawning

Imminent collision course

Propel to almost certain death

Hit the ground running

Wake to chaos, under fire

Vision cleared, yet blurring

Chain reaction forced the touchdown

Twisting frame and torn from reveries

Spectre gone, so close

Pain familiar, temporary reprieve

Across space-time, an axiom

What is lost, is it madness found?

Hit the ground running

Light beats dark, give way to shade

Live or die fighting

Blockade danger poised to burn

Hit the ground running

Breakthrough to "the other side" Nightmare proves a warning

But must hold on to the dream