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[Style: Industrial folk, slowing tempo, staccato rhythm like a failing ventilator]

[Verse 1] [Dry, journalistic, building menace]
Elon, Elon, stainless steel saint
Mars was '24, now it's '28
Starship rains fire on the Texas shore
Neuralink kills what it claims to restore

[Chorus 1] [Wry, cynical waltz tempo]
The Moon's a harsh mistress, gamma-ray white
Silica glass in your lungs at night
Two percent lighter each thirty-day spin
But the hype keeps exploding, watch the Doge grin

[Verse 2] [Ironic, scientifically precise]
Regolith grinds with its microscopic teeth
Electrostatic, it waits underneath
No magnetic shield from the solar wind's knife
Just calcium leaking and abbreviated life

[Chorus 2] [Deeper register, claustrophobic]
Harsh mistress of vacuum, no magnetic field
Glass in the marrow, the joints won't heal
Cardiac muscles in one-fifth gravity
While you print more tickets to entropy

[Bridge] [Spoken word over high-pitched ringing, bitter]
While Earth runs a fever you helped to ignite
You're selling escapes to the privileged flight
A backup plan built on delusion and rust
As the host planet burns into stardust

[Chorus 3] [Slowed down, dirge-like, final acceptance]
The Moon's a harsh mistress, a vacuum-sealed tomb
For billionaires fleeing the biosphere's doom
Mars is a mirage, the Moon is a grave
Of hubris that engineering can't save

[Post-Chorus Whisper / Hidden Track style]: [Static, notification sounds]
"Posted at midnight, 'The Moon comes first!'
Three hours later, quarantined, deleted, submersed
The engineers spoke and the dreamer retreated
No archive, no apology, just..." [notification deletion sound]

[Outro] [Darkly humorous, fading to technical silence]
So bury them there, in the regolith deep
Where the solar winds howl and the craters keep
No epitaph needed, the dust writes the end
Just "Here lie the billionaires—no friends to attend"

[Sound: Static crackle, then a muffled, prerecorded voice]
Flight Control... this is Tranquility Base...
I can taste the glass...
[Click. High-pitched vacuum whine. Silence.]

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The Regolith Waits

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