"Simulacra, Pt. I"

We are humanitarian and chivalrous
We don't want to enslave other races, we simply want to bequeath them our values and take over their heritage in exchange
We think of ourselves as the Knights of the Holy Contact
This is another lie. We are only seeking Man. We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors
[Solaris (6:72), 1970 English translation]

I feel as tall as the sky
Nothing dampens the yearning
Which flares across my wanting eyes

But remember now, we're not on Earth anymore
And what occurred to me
Is only the beginning

Straight through these towering waves
Ocean, show me my place
Somewhere deep down below

Straight through these towering waves
You can't see your hand in front of your face
This fog is way too dense

Night
Up here it's the best time
Once the fog clears, solitude appears
And somehow it reminds me of Earth

We want to extend the Earth to the fringes of the cosmos
We don't know what to do with other worlds
We always need a mirror
But we will never find it

We're gorged
With meaning
And it's killing us

We're caught in the foolish human predicament
Of striving for goals we fear and have no need for

We're gorged
With meaning
And it's killing us
We're gorged
With meaning
And it's killing us

These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom

Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests
Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulachrum of my brain

We're so detached from any real engagement

Inundated in a stream of correlations
Between occasions of the past
Keep afloat in a churning sea of broken mirrors
See off your uninvited guests

I had a feeling this would not end well

Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulachrum of my brain

An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise of isolation



These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right
This has become ordinary wisdom
These images without resemblance
In real life, mere simulations
Become truth, exist in their own right:
Endless reproductions of fundamentally empty appearance
A transient simulacrum of reality

This is another lie:
We are humanitarian and chivalrous
We don't want to enslave
We just want to bequeath them our values

Inundated in a stream of over-consciousness
Overloaded and inane
Reassess and reassemble the broken pieces
A simulachrum of my brain

An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise



Fear melting on your cheeks
And I counted the times the drops hit the ground
The sound of heartbroken choking while they're laughing
I cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
Anyone lend him a hand
Out of this hole

This is just the beginning of understanding what you've been running from
All your life, the shadows of your decisions have been breathing down your neck
This is just the beginning of understanding what you've been running from
All your adult life, the courage to face the consequence of your cowardice
Is the only thing you lack

We're gorged
With meaning
And it's killing us