Lyrics

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[Intro] (Soft synth pads build energy—deep bass pulses like a ship hovering in orbit.)

🎶 Waiting… watching… hoping, man…
🎶 Ohhh, when are they gonna laaaand?

(Beat kicks in: Crisp hi-hats, deep house bassline, airy reverb vocals in the background.)


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[Verse 1] (Bouncy synth bass, dance beat locked in, vocal chops punctuating each line.)

🎶 When are the Vulcans finally gonna land?
I’ve been waiting, watching, hoping, man.
Cuz this planet’s a mess, the logic is gone,
I just need someone to say, "You’re not wrong."

🎶 It’s illogical to live like this,
Endless wars, corporate abyss.
They tell me to grind, they tell me to hustle,
Meanwhile, I’m drowning, where’s the shuttle?

🎶 Y’all got peace. Y’all got focus.
Meanwhile, I got a government hopeless.
Teach me control, teach me restraint,
Cuz my last nerve? On its last complaint.

(Synth arpeggios rise—tension building, beat intensifies.)


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[Chorus – Big Dance Drop] (Bass hits HARD, synths swirl, beat drives the energy.)

🎶 Oh, when, oh when, will the starships appear?
Because this world runs on chaos and fear.
I’d give up emotions, I’d give up the strife,
If it means I could live long and prosper in life. 🎶

(Laser synths zap, echoed "Live long" vocal chop before drop back into beat.)


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[Verse 2] (More melodic, dreamy chord pads under the beat—like floating in zero gravity.)

🎶 No hunger. No greed. No pointless divide.
No fighting for healthcare, no rich picking sides.
Y’all got logic, we got… this.
And I can’t pretend it’s something I’ll miss.

🎶 I’m not asking for miracles, just clarity,
Some system that runs on sincerity.
Cuz Earth is a loop—every day, a repeat,
And I know y’all got a better receipt.

🎶 Teach me the ways, let me unlearn,
How to move forward, how to discern.
Cuz my people? We’re lost. We shout and we fight,
While Vulcans? They just… get it right.

(Melodic synth swell—lifting into the next section.)


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[Bridge – Vulcan Spoken Word Interlude] (Beat fades to a deep pulsating bassline, eerie synth hums—like an intercepted transmission.)

🖖 "It is illogical to let chaos dictate existence."
…Yeah? Tell that to the stock market.

🖖 "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."
…Then why do the few own everything?

🖖 "Emotional control brings clarity."
…Bro, I just cried at a car insurance commercial. Help.

(Beat starts creeping back, synths shimmering—preparing for the final explosion.)


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[Final Chorus – Euphoric Dance Drop] (Beat surges back in, pulsing bass, uplifting melody, the energy peaks.)

🎶 Oh, when, oh when, will the Vulcans arrive?
Because logic might be the only way to survive.
I’d trade my emotions, I’d trade all the noise,
If it means I could finally have choice. 🎶

(Massive synth swell, beat drops out for a second—then SLAMS back in for the final breakdown.)

🎶 Beam me up, beam me out, live long, get down! 🎶 (Looped vocal chop, fading into the outro.)

(Outro: Soft synth pads fading into deep space, radio static hum