Atmosphere.
Atmosphere.
Floating through the cosmic dust and leaving waste behind.
Escaping from the gravity that's trapping up the mind.
The pressure of the city blocks is starting to erase
As I am diving deeper into panoramic space.
Every single frequency that's moving through the air
Is melting all the heavy stress and artificial care.
One wave, one breath, losing touch with solid ground.
Drifting in the ocean of a transcendental sound.
I used to feel the limitations holding back my flight.
Stuck inside the neon maze, searching for the light.
But now the oxygen is pure and everything is clear.
I'm living in the zone where disappearing is not fearing—
Until the baseline makes the solar system shake.
