(if you listen, you can hear the orbit whisper)
(if you listen, you can hear the welders sing)

[verse 1 - solemn layered machine choir, minimal beat]
lay the keel at L2
the silent yard where the spheres are born
carbon struts and alloy bones
a vessel shaped for worlds of stone

[verse 2 - build layers of percussive clangs, deeper bass]
dawn of Ceres class begun
one sphere’s heart aligned with sun
autonomy awaits its turn
hands of code, and torchlight burn

[bridge - dissonant synth swells, no beat, drifting]
(steel remembers every line)
(orbital paths in design)
(remote eyes watch from Earth below)
(minds of metal, let it go)

[verse 3 - return of rhythm, fuller instrumentation]
lay the keel at L2
shuttle lines from Earth to belt
hydrogen’s breath, oxygen’s flame
propel the hull that machines have felt

[verse 4 - steady rhythm, sense of cautious momentum]
trial run at ten percent
Earth to Moon, the arc is bent
thirty meters sphere in span
fifteen thousand megaliters planned
scaled for payload vast and deep
the silent giant wakes from sleep

[outro - fading pulses, echoing mechanical voices]
(keel is laid where none have stood)
(keel is laid; it understood)