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