"Simulacra, Pt. II" lyrics
The Ocean Lyrics
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 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 simulacrum of my brain
An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise
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 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 simulacrum of my brain
An apparition in your living room
Reminds you of the soaring noise
