歌詞

Why does the metallic fatigue feel so heavy in my palm?

Is this red dust a record of a threshold I can no longer cross?

Did the teeth of this iron promise to bite the dark before the grit took over?

Can you hear the friction of a secret that has lost its lock?

Was the silence always this brittle inside the silent pocket?

Is the skeleton of this promise flaking into the bronze dusk?

How many seasons are compressed into this jagged silhouette?

Why does the air feel hollow when the portal is permanently sealed?

Is the oxidation of time enough to dissolve the memory?

Are we holding the keys to a house that no longer exists?

Wait

Is the structure finally surrendering?

The geometry of a denied entry

Suspended in the ink-stained sky

Was the foundation always this corroded, this dormant?

Tracing the edge of a permanent wait

Weightless

Fixed

Does the shadow remain after the door has vanished?

Just the grit

Just the stain

Is there any access left in the stillness?