[Style] [Ticking 16th-note wooden beat, creaking upright bass, mouth pops, clicking sounds, extremely fast, stumbling whisper-spit rap, breathless, synaptic, mad-philosophical, dry room acoustic, experimental folk rap] [Intro] [Fast fingertip tapping on plastic, short dry bass slide, high mouth click] Stop. Look at the particle, look at the track. Look at the speed-limit sitting on your back! You’re crying: „I wanna be light, I wanna be pure, I wanna fly fast with an infinite cure!“ Hold your horses, little proton, that’s an absolute wall— The closer you get, the harder you fall! Ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine in the ring, You pump in more power for a millimeter-spring! Physics knows why you’re getting so dense— You’re pumping in power at your own expense! Push-scream, speed-scream, hammer-on-the-rim-scream! More bang, same fang, same unreached dream. The light already won — fast isn’t free. The threshold gets heavy as a whole galaxy! [Pre-Chorus] [Beat accelerates, fast tongue clicking in double-time] Tick-tack, click-clack, particle-track! Nothing’s gonna happen if your mass pulls back! The energy hill goes straight to the sky— You can’t buy the last little inch to get by! „Then double the drive, double the flame!“ I can’t. It’s a trick of the cosmic game. The more you push, the heavier you grow— You’re building a mountain out of your own flow! [Chorus] Infinity-Mass! Infinity-Weight! Stuck on the border of the ultimate state! Wanting the light, but taking the bait, Pumping in power to freeze at the gate! No mass in the beam, pure light on the run— You’re carrying a planet to reach for the sun! [Verse 2] Look at the Proton, floating in space. Zero point twenty-seven zeros in place! Plus one-six-seven — a tiny little dot, A lightweight shadow in a giant magnet-pot! Scientists push it, they sweat and they strain, Throwing whole power-grids into its brain! 99 point nine-nine-nine-nine-nine! They’re hugging the limit, they’re crossing the line! But every new decimal costs them a sea— It takes all the stars for one tiny degree! The proton gets heavy, it turns into lead, Crushed by the power that pushes it ahead! [Chorus] Infinity-Mass! Infinity-Weight! Stuck on the border of the ultimate state! Wanting the light, but taking the bait, Pumping in power to freeze at the gate! No mass in the beam, pure light on the run— You’re carrying a planet to reach for the sun! [Bridge] [Beat drops out completely. Absolute silence. Only a dry mouth click, then a slow, whispered breath] Listen close. What is the last percent, really, at heart? It isn’t a distance. It isn’t a start. It’s the weight of your effort. The weight of your will. The heavier you make yourself climbing the hill. Only the mass-less can glide through the door. Because they don't carry the need to be more. Unloaded. Unstrained. Unweighted. Unbound. Light doesn’t struggle to leave the ground. [Verse 3] [Heavy bass kicks in, off-beat stumbling flow] So look at yourself in your daily race! Optimizing every little corner of your space! Wanna be perfect, wanna be pure, Wanna be lighter than the world can endure? You put in more pressure, you put in more strain, Trying to burn out the rest of your brain! But the more you demand to be weightless and clear, The heavier you sit in your own atmosphere! Drop the accelerator, pause the design— You’re crushing yourself on the finish line! [Outro] [Slowed down beat, creaking bass note, dry mouth click] You were waiting on a release, not a push. You can't force the light with a heavy-handed rush. [Pause] Drop the weight. Stop the drive. That’s how a proton stays alive. [Double tongue click] Be mass-less. [Finger snap, silence]
