What are these penetrating colors
Of this soundscaping noisefloor?
Is this the old empty future
or the black eletric
nature?
Colors circulate inside of O
Ambient mind, the overdose
(...and I was injected with silence)
Are we all
elastic worms
In this red tekknostorm?
Are there any energetic atoms
In this paradoxical zone?
Can the relapse of
spasms
Be the rhythm of this dance?
Is this the neo-cultural spacetrip
Or the perpetual trancegrip?
Is the echo a shadow
of presence
Or a soundtrack for nonexistance
Are the voices orchestral nightmares
Or synonyms to black and white
faces?
Color circulate inside of O
Anbient mind, the overdose
(... and along came the spasms)
Are we all elastic
worms
In this red tekknostorm?
Are there any energetic atoms
In this paradoxical zone?