歌詞

Two forty-four in the morning

White pulp on the wooden surface

Meeting the liquid gravity from the shell

The structural collapse begins

The ink-stained sky stays constant

The mineral edges are softening now

Density fading in the bronze dusk

One white grain becomes a transparent ghost

Friction against the oak is reducing

Heat exchange is minimal

Saturation levels are rising

The stillness is absolute

Monitoring the boundary

The record is moving

A cumulative log of the dissolving trace

The arithmetic of a vanishing sting

Soluble architecture

Fleeting foundation

Witnessing the chemistry of silence

Tracing the perimeter of what remains

Weightless

Fixed

Three fifteen

The final phase of the liquefaction

The fibers are absorbing the residue

Subjectivity is nil

The original form is redacted by the quiet

Visual confirmation ends

A cumulative log of the dissolving trace

The arithmetic of a vanishing sting

Soluble architecture

Fleeting foundation

Witnessing the chemistry of silence

Tracing the perimeter of what remains

Weightless

Fixed

Final entry

The salt is gone

Only the moisture remains

End of record