Songtext von Formation and Composition

Formation and Composition Taste of the dust, beautiful salts Components of life Gathering at the base of an age old spire, To amass, to become, to invent, to exist What shall this bring? In such a state motion is not perceived, Time can not subsist! Celestial brines in the ashen sands, Defying entropic fate to become as one, To strip the spire of its burdens and boundaries Salts of the earth, whispers in the roots Of a miracle's construction The living, the dying, The conscious, the architect