Stress and blind run for the needless and non-understandable perfection, algorithmisation of every aspect of our existence, feeling of overwhelming and omnipresent vacancy. Reflection of a world in which delving for true sense is passé. Terminal Code will be a self-contemplation in foam of chemical stimulants, with pulsing metropolis in the background. A vision seen by the eyes of an entity which persevered last scrap of conscious judgment but will ultimately fall down, stroke by rapid emotional mutation….crossing the point of no return, falling into the vortex of decadence and madness. Musically Terminal Code will be a mixture of cold-logic-harmonies, crushing electronic textures with machinelike riffing and poly-rhythmical beats plus random variable.