Lyric

Drip-drop atoms falling, tracing lines along the dawn

Tiny pulses, quiet collisions, stitching futures into form

Every step’s a secret signal, every second seeds a spark

What you call a minor moment carves a mural in the dark

And we gather — scatter — gather, like constellations learning rhythm

Small vibrations turning vast, rewriting patterns of the system

You say the little things are nothing—

But nothing’s where the mountains breathe

Rise from the micrograin, lift from the finer frame

Little lights align and ignite the great terrain

Layer by layer we climb, rhythm in perfect time

What starts as dust becomes a skyline

Atomlands ascending, ever-growing, never-ending

Stack the sparks until the stars are bending

Minute motions in the shadows shape a spectrum in the sky

Subtle echoes interwoven turn to thunder amplified

Every fragment finds a foothold on the slope of what’s to be

Call it chance or call it patience—both rewrite our gravity

Yeah, we ripple — triple — ripple, folding moments into might

Every almost-silent effort fuels the architecture’s height

You say the little things are fragile—

But fragile things can forge a peak

Rise from the micrograin, lift from the finer frame

Little lights align and ignite the great terrain

Layer by layer we climb, rhythm in perfect time

Dust becomes a skyline

Atomlands ascending, ever-growing, never-ending

Stack the sparks until the stars are bending

Rise from the micrograin, lift from the finer frame

All our scattered moments sculpt a whole domain

Layer by layer we climb, beating in steady time

This is how the small rewrites the grand design

Atomlands ascending—

Every particle a promise worth defending