Capsuleer Without a Clone

Capsuleer Without a Clone by Jita FM Cold blue sleep in an empty bay My old lives drift away I wore a thousand borrowed faces Woke in vats and sacred places Called it fate, called it divine Another dawn, another life But tonight the chamber stays still No clean return, no second will Just the hum of a wounded frame And the weight of my only name No backup light behind my eyes No hidden room where memory hides Only this pulse, thin and slow Only the truth I used to outgrow I'm a capsuleer without a clone No spare dawn waiting at home If this signal fades alone Will New Eden know I'm gone…