Listen up! This might get loud! A blinding light! A painful sound! I'm the silver screen in the world of power I'm working here at least every hour My narrative evermore so grand If it's not there who'll understand? The surface is dead and so is the bulk I am confusion, this is my work Merging shreds Disturbing and dead Forget yourself Forget yourself Simulation creates content Not the other way around Then what's really true? Nothing is profound Society destroys theories Not the other way around Then what's really true? Let's break it down, yeah! Existing things are reflections And true presence? Imagination! Underneath the skin there's no bone It's all the same, it's all at show The surface's now the object The reflection's now the subject These things are dead and so is the bulk I am confusion, this is my work! Merging shreds Disturbing and dead Forget yourself Forget yourself Simulation creates content Not the other way around Then what's really true? Nothing is profound Society destroys theories Not the other way around Then what's really true? Let's break it down, yeah!