Belt Rats

Belt Rats by Jita FM Flying through the quiet belts at dawn, Cold stars watching as I’m drifting on, I clear another wave, but nothing shines, Just metal scraps and pirate warning lines. Drifting to the next belt, chasing fate, Maybe here a rare spawn’s at the gate, A lone explorer with a hopeful heart, Waiting for that big one just to finally start. Belt rats… belt rats… scatter in the dark, I burn ‘em down and wait to see a spark. Maybe this time a Commander calls me back, Maybe this time an Officer hits the track. Oh, belt rats… roll the RNG, One lucky spawn could set a pilot free.…