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
 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
 Are we all elastic worms
 In this red tekknostorm?
 Are there any energetic atoms
 In this paradoxical zone?