Mechanic Hippie Lyrics - Singles - ...and Oceans

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?