[Intro] [High-pitched, glassy synthesizer arpeggios, tight and clean drum hits] [Verse 1] Adjust the focal distance to the deep Where all the planetary systems sleep We capture the collapse at thirty frames Erasing all the atmospheric names A massive body turning into crust A mathematical converting of the dust The coordinates are locked upon the grid To witness what the cosmic physics did [Pre-Chorus] [Bass drops low, vocals become highly detached and spoken] Acknowledge the trajectory. Measure the decay. The thermal signature is slipping away. [Chorus] [Soaring, icy vocal harmony over complex polyrhythms] Lens. The lens is objective, the mirror is cold Sins. We map the destruction perfectly told Lens. The death of a system reduced to a graph Pens. A beautiful, highly symmetrical path Friends. We do not interpret the loss or the tear Lens. We simply record the event in the sphere [Verse 2] The calibration focuses the eye Upon the silent bursting of the sky We document the terrible event Calculating the exact percentage spent The data streams back to the quiet base A thoroughly unbothered, empty space The spectrum analyzer notes the shift As continents begin their final drift [Pre-Chorus] [Bass drops low, vocals become highly detached and spoken] Acknowledge the trajectory. Measure the decay. The thermal signature is slipping away. [Chorus] [Soaring, icy vocal harmony over complex polyrhythms] Lens. The lens is objective, the mirror is cold Sins. We map the destruction perfectly told Lens. The death of a system reduced to a graph Pens. A beautiful, highly symmetrical path Friends. We do not interpret the loss or the tear Lens. We simply record the event in the sphere [Instrumental Break] [Frantic, interlocking guitar and bass lines, cold and robotic efficiency, leading to a sudden half-time feel] [Outro] [Sparse instrumentation, just a hi-hat and a single synth note] Observation logged. Rotate the axis. Search for the next collapse. [Single sharp drum hit]
