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