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Arian Sinshu - Seal of Galactica

Title: “Seal of Galactica” - Aliens are kinder than this Style: Digital Hardcore, Brostep Lyrics: Arian & Chatgpt [Verse 1] Late-night talk on a broken couch, Tin-foil crowns and takeaway doubt, “If the ships come down in a beam of blue, Hope they’re kinder than the nightly news.” You said, “Maybe they’re polite invaders, Clipboards, scanners, cosmic traders. Even if they poke around a bit, At least they’re not here making jerky of it.” [Pre-Chorus] But do they knock? Do they wait? Do they hover by the garden gate? Is there paperwork in neon ink Before they take us for a spin and think? [Chorus] Stamp it on me — “NO ENTRY” in starlight chrome, Translate my skin like a cosmic road sign dome. If they pull the curtain on this human show, I want the galaxy to clearly know: Protected by the Seal of Galactica, Hands off this terrestrial vernacular. If you’re cruising through the Milky Way, Read the fine print before you play. [Verse 2] “Do aliens need consent?” you laughed, “Is there a treaty we forgot to draft?” Somewhere in a cratered hall, Ambassadors ten feet tall Debating clauses, subsection three: “Unconscious species autonomy.” Meanwhile here on the sofa throne, We’re drafting rights of our own: Glow-in-the-dark across the rear, “Intergalactic boundary here.” [Pre-Chorus] Slap it once — it starts to gleam, Holographic in ultraviolet beam. They scan, they gasp, they step aside, “Apologies, sir — enjoy your ride.” [Chorus] Stamp it on me — “NO ENTRY” in starlight chrome, Translate my skin like a cosmic road sign dome. If they circle low with curious eyes, Reading warnings in a thousand skies, Protected by the Seal of Galactica, Certified in bold italica. You can probe the stars all day, But not this human — find another way. [Bridge] Behold the mark! The sacred crest! Anti-galactic on my vest. Lore and myth in neon flare, “Do not disturb this planet’s heir.” We’ll report you to the cosmic board, File complaints in binary code. Slap the sign and let it shine, Universal boundary line. [Breakdown - Spoken-style] “Is it real?” “Slap it.” Glow. “Oh my God… it’s authentic.” [Final Chorus] Stamp it on me — “NO ENTRY” in starlight chrome, I’m sovereign flesh on my earthly home. If the saucers hum and the scanners pass, They’ll read the warning — clear as glass. Protected by the Seal of Galactica, Legendary, semi-practical. If you’re touring through humanity, Respect the rules of anatomy. [Outro] So if the skies crack open wide, And silver shadows start to glide, We’ll laugh beneath the cosmic sea — With glowing signs of dignity.