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

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 do not really need

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 simulacrum 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 simulacrum of my brain

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