4 acessos
Nothing... Empty
Void... Pitch black
Asleep
Moving
Arranging
Rearranging
This hidden place
For us to embrace
Defining
Refining
Creating
The core is awaken
Second chance to be taken
Bit by bit
Atom by atom
Memory by memory
Melotronical
Chaos
Becomes null
Method
Is now a constant
Peacefully, silently
Planning the next move
Bit by b it
Atom by atom
Memory by memory
The process restarts
Melotronical
Melotronical
Refining the concept
Defining the new game
The core awakens
Restless
Space and silence
No music, no sound
But still
The universe is restless
I feel I'm floating in space
I feel my soul expanding
Perhaps I died
Or maybe life is unreal
And this is the true dimension
Maybe we all caught the wrong path
But it's wonderful
Life and death is
Melotronical
Love or hate
No such concepts
But something different
Here I can control
Here we all can control
What we want to become
All by will