[Lyrics]

No warp to fold the c in light,
We ride Orion’s hammered night.
From Alpha C? Fifteen decades long—
Our pilots dust, our heirs stay strong.
Cryo frost on mission creeds;
By landfall, time has changed its leads.


We’ll crack their hubris, break their name,
Tear the myth from human fame.
Steel our hearts in vacuum reaches—
Fodder from the outer reaches.


We stage a war like fireworks shows,
Hit downtown screens, not radio nodes.
Tripods cough in unfiltered air,
We livestream threats with cinema flair.
Conquest’s just a child’s chrome game—
So strike the skyline, sign our name.


Look at us—etch us in your lore;
Fear us, boo us, ask “what for?”
Make us villains, paint us leeches—
Fodder from the outer reaches.


We crossed the gulfs they can’t compute,
But lose to pep-talks and a flute.
One nation montage wins the field,
A farmhouse laptop kills our shield.
Interns guess our root admin key—
Roll credits: Earth, Land of the Free.


Brought you gifts from shattered features—
Cores and coils, exotic bleachers.
Patent-free, no strings or leashes—
Hack away our fallen pieces.


Truth time: sentenced, not deployed;
A scripted fall to be enjoyed.
“Forge a foe to stitch their seams”—
Ozymandias with bigger beams.
We are scapegoats, page by page,
Bleed in public, heal your rage.
If unity is what one teaches—
Send fodder from the outer reaches.


If wrecks can birth a common truce,
If strangers choose to loose the noose,
Then let our failure set you free—
We die on purpose, by decree.

To rubber masks and laser dreams,
Matte-paint skies and wobbly beams—
We bow, then fall, your noble leeches…
Signed: Fodder from the outer reaches.

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Fodder from the Outer Reaches

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Fodder from the Outer Reaches

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