Farm flying over Venus clouds 50 Miles above the surface of Venus, the atmosphere is buoyant enough that an airship using normal Earth atmosphere could float above the cloud cover. Such airships would be used to colonise the planet and grow the colonists food. The Patchwork uses whatever it can scavenge as it builds its breakaway civilisation away from totalitarian Earth.

The Clearing Verse 1 We lit a fire where the shadows creep With borrowed time and promises to keep A ring of stones, a song, a name Said “this is ours” and called it home Beyond the line the branches sway They do not care what words we say The forest hums, ancient and wide Patient as a turning tide Pre-Chorus No walls of gold, no crown, no throne Can hold the dark if left alone Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Held by hands and shared beliefs If we stop singing, stop the work The roots remember, the vines return It’s not forever, it’s not free Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Verse 2 We paved the ground, we taught the young We wrote down truths in fragile tongues Every rule a plank of wood Every norm: “please” and “should” But leave one night the fire untended Watch how quickly paths get ended No trumpet sounds, no warning cry Just green reclaiming sky Pre-Chorus The dark’s not cruel, it does no wrong It simply outlives every song Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Cut by care and memory If we stop choosing what is right The moss will soften every fight It’s not forever, it’s not free Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Bridge So teach the children where we stand How this place was made by hand Not to fear the woods beyond But know what keeps the light still on A blade, a book, a meal, a vow A promise made again right now Final Chorus Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Not a crown, but a responsibility We don’t own it, we don’t win We hold the line against the green With every day and every deed Civilisation’s a clearing in the trees Outro The forest waits. And so must we.

What You Can’t Say [Verse 1 - Thoughtcrime] I write in smoke across my skin I burn the page before I begin No keywords, no forbidden tags Just thoughts wrapped tight in paper bags I mouth the words I dare not write I kill the mic before the night Even silence has a shape And mine is watched at every gate [Chorus - The Real Prison] They don’t need to ban speech If they can guess your thoughts and reroute them They don’t need to cage you If your own fear becomes the costume What you can’t say becomes your chain A voice erased still leaves a stain [Verse 2 - Dreams and Triggers] Last night I dreamed a crowded square Where no one blinked, and all could share I woke up shaking, scanned for leaks Dreams now come with trigger beeps The desk lamp blinks a softer red It knows the heat inside my head I fake a laugh. I draft a prayer I practice “nothing” everywhere [Chorus - Inside the Algorithm] They don’t need to strike you If your own doubt becomes the hammer They don’t need to silence What your own lips have learned to stammer The unspoken truth begins to fray Inside the words we can’t betray [Bridge - Spoken Layer Over Dissonant Chords] “I learned to pause before a sentence. I learned to flinch at certain names. I learned that truth is not deleted, Just shamed.” “They told us: speech is free. But cost is assigned by algorithm. What you say becomes your credit score, And what you don’t say becomes your shadow.” [Final Verse - Turn] So now I write on napkin skin A single word: begin again If they record my every breath, Then let it spell a quiet death To every lie they fed my trust To every file they marked “adjust” What I can’t say - I still can feel And even silence learns to steal [Outro - Whispered Refrain, Fading] What you can’t say… What you can’t say… What you can’t say… ...is where you start to break the frame.