Simulacrum: Immaterium Songtext
von Dysmorphic Demiurge

In another plane of existence
There were infinite universes
Filled with space and time expanding
And contracting in a brutal endless recurring cycle
Outside the realm of the material
In a time which never was
Laws of physics hold no power
Everything that ever will be has always been
Time, the perceived progress of existence and events that occur in
Seemingly irreversible succession from the past
Throughout the future is not
Only finite, but exists as a single point along
Innumerable dimensions which can be observed
From the pure black beyond
This is where Gods dwell
These are the Simulators


Eternal unmoved movers fill the outer void
Beyond the sphere of stars
There is neither place, nor void, nor time
A union between Nothing and All Eventualities, ultimate opposites
Without beginning or end, for these two inversions
Automatically and simultaneously creating each other
Whose effect is an infinite living mind
These are the Designers
The Absolute
The All
Eternal substance with neither beginning nor end
Whose essence is unknowable
The Saboteurs


Order is chaos
Yet there is no order
Cause and effect are independent
The material is a derivative of consciousness
The multiverse is a mental construct
Passing in the colorless void of hallucination
We impose concepts on chronological sequences of fuzzy overlapping
Lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless abyss
A new form of art is born
Which looks not at what is, but what could be
Art and science converge and oscillate
Around a black-hole mass of divinity
Rays of pure knowledge escape at increasing frequency
Blessing and cursing those who are chanced by its unavoidable glare
Each simulacrum will vanish
Its accumulated knowledge will
Decay and the order it imposed will vanish
The maddening drone of the chord
That hums throughout the Simulacra
Is the only sound
That separates consciousness
From the pure black silent oblivion