Lyrics
[Intro] (A single, crisp acoustic guitar slowly plucks a melancholic, open-chord melody. A second 12-string acoustic guitar enters softly, creating a wide, shimmering spatial depth.) [Verse 1] mantled identity, dismantling truths yet so quite and apt in the sway every dose of disruption is manned unseen That leaves no print, to mar the way [Verse 2] The quantum world, in relativistic space tries to smooth, by gauging a change the state of friction, edges far out the differential matrix, unmoved by the turbulence [Verse 3] when curvature holds at floating points and every point reduced to naught the mind achieves Singularity the worlds approximate, arrayed by dots [Acoustic Guitar Solo] (Vocal fades out. A soulful, slow-burning acoustic guitar lead bends, glides, and cries over the rhythmic 12-string strumming, capturing a classic bluesy Gilmour atmosphere.) [Verse 4] The finite casing, of a rented frame Returns its metrics, back to the grid The pulse-rate drops, to absolute scale Erasing pathways, of what it did [Final Verse] No surface remains, for entropy's tooth The world is set, as spectrums blur The man knew, it's the sweetest time of all To leave the world, like a stranger [Outro] (The rhythm slows down to a faint, echoing pluck. The 12-string layer slowly fades into distance.) [End]