Buzz Takes Flight

[Verse]
Buzz Lightyear sipping suds in a cheap chair,
Frothy foam mustache, dreams up in the thin air.
A shot? Nah, not whiskey, not the potluck,
He’ll take the weight, even if it’s deadly dust luck.
[Verse 2]
Galactic stumbler, stumbling through the cosmos,
Pocket full of vices, morals playing lost host.
Don’t preach the rules, hotshot, you ain’t the sheriff,
He’ll ride the line where fate’s edges be the scariest.
[Chorus]
Infinity’s a trip when the bottle’s half-empty,
Bags in the pocket, conscience running tempt-y.
The stars ain’t so bright when the haze starts to creep,
To infinity and beyond, but the soul’s getting weak.
[Bridge]
Violins cry, strings snap, in the backdrop,
Trumpets blast low, his mind's in a traplock.
Buzz ain’t a hero, he’s a man on a spiral,
Spinning through the void, chasing death’s recital.
[Verse 3]
No Woody to pull him back, no Rex with a roar,
Just a cracked helmet, smoke leaking out the door.
Feet don’t touch ground, but the high’s getting heavy,
Rockets fizzle out, pulse slowing, unsteady.
[Chorus]
Infinity’s a trip when the bottle’s half-empty,
Bags in the pocket, conscience running tempt-y.
The stars ain’t so bright when the haze starts to creep,
To infinity and beyond, but the soul’s getting weak.

orchestral, light, gritty, rap, symphony elements