Fractal Machine - The Boiling Point of Chaos

That quiet stone you touch, so cold and still, Holds a furious, unseen war, limited within Each particle, a battlefield, Countless energies relentlessly crash and yield. Electrons scream, atoms rage and burns, A microscopic frenzy, beyond all mortal hurts. A constant hum of conflict, deep beneath the shell, A tiny, cosmic maelstrom, epic freedom's hell. Peace on the surface costs an infinite war below. A fragile calm, built on the chaos you don't know. Your solid ground, a lie, a thin veneer, Forged in the battles that forever reappear. From shattered fragments, from impacts so violent, Form emerges, against all logic, truly resilient. Each quantum burst, each fiery, ceaseless blow, Forges the very shield, letting stability grow. A billion tiny wars, compressed and tightly bound, Creating bedrock, where no rest is found. The swirling chaos settles, a granite block it seems, A silent, heavy monolith of forgotten dreams. Peace on the surface costs an infinite war below. A fragile calm, built on the chaos you don't know. Your solid ground, a lie, a thin veneer, Forged in the battles that forever reappear. Close your eyes and feel the tremor, the roaring heart beneath. Your stability, a phantom, born of endless strife and death. The quiet mind, a deception, hiding true insanity's breath. This wall you lean on, pulses, with unseen violence in its sheath. Every breath you draw, a consequence of countless micro-deaths. A single truth emerges, from the depths where chaos wreaths. A constant hum of conflict, deep beneath the shell, A tiny, cosmic maelstrom, epic freedom's hell. The war will not cease, not until matter turns to dust. It only shifts its form, a sacred, primal trust. A moment's stillness... (pause) [Vocals:Lead-Style=Ghostly-Whisper] Peace on the surface costs an infinite war below. An infinite war below.