Mechanic Hippie Lyrics
Of this soundscaping noisefloor?Is this the old empty futureor the black eletric nature?Colors circulate inside of OAmbient mind, the overdose(...and I was injected with silence)Are we all elastic wormsIn this red tekknostorm?Are there any energetic atomsIn this paradoxical zone?Can the relapse of spasmsBe the rhythm of this dance?Is this the neo-cultural spacetripOr the perpetual trancegrip?Is the echo a shadow of presenceOr a soundtrack for nonexistanceAre the voices orchestral nightmaresOr synonyms to black and white faces?Color circulate inside of OAnbient mind, the overdose(... and along came the spasms)Are we all elastic wormsIn this red tekknostorm?Are there any energetic atomsIn this paradoxical zone?
And Oceans Mechanic Hippie
