[Verse 1] Reality held in its own mobius, oldest man Sits atop a mountain Painting the landscape in firm colors The earth dissolves around him Only maps are left, what once is Gone, no more surrounding Resounding shout let out of the mouth World stops its precession As he floats, on his way to nirvana The mind's intractable Pondering the earthly deities All are transfinite God said you know can know me through reason Man just laughed a bit Knowing that without the mountain he's an Out of work hypothesis The noise drains, white and pink a**ist His metamorphosis Space becomes magnetized, circularized And viscous He begins to realize that life is negativity And crisis A hormonal treatment to challenge the final Absence Questioning fact and the apparatus of Simulation Whether he's a deep thinker or just a Mental patient Once the sun finishes its own Oscillation The old philosopher finds himself in the Desert of the real [Hook] It is the reflection of a profound reality It masks and denatures a profound reality It masks the absence of a profound reality It has no relation to any reality [Verse 2] In the desert there is a man That stands Artificial in its own right but Still called a man Photo-realistic, work of a mystic Calls himself "Dream Man" Dream stares, his father Old and wise Electric sheep walk by Dream Man in the county side Founders are dead, long since Abandoned life Metal man molded to be The perfect medium Dream speaks in cryptic binary Universal language Explains the crash and symbolic wounds Of the extension Man's endless excisions, incisions And scarifications The inevitable rising and Dream's coronation Old man breathed, anti-breath Met and danced The hyper-real had become reality At last Simulacrum had spoken And walked into the sky Old man closed his eyes And humanity died [Hook] We are a reflection of a profound reality We mask and denature a profound reality We mask the absence of a profound reality We have no relation to any reality