(Verse 1) (Vocals are clean, echoing, and distant, like they are coming from down a long hallway) The resolution drops... the textures tear I see the pixels hanging in the air! The chemistry hits... the barrier breaks I see the structure that the vibration makes! The physical world is a rendering glitch Someone pulled the universal switch! Behind the curtain of the atom's core I see the workshop... and the open door! (Chorus) (Heavy distortion kicks in. Vocals switch to a rhythmic shout) SELF-TRANSFORMING! MACHINE ELVES! Building the shelves where reality delves! Giggling in binary! Singing in code! Weaving the fabric of the heavy load! They bounce the objects made of pure light Spinning the matter! Spinning the night! THE CLOCKWORK TYKES! RUNNING THE SHOW! IN THE HYPERSPACE ROOM WHERE THE FRACTALS GROW! (Verse 2) (Bass guitar plays a bubbling, funk-metal groove. Drums are frantic and jazzy) "Look at this!" they scream with a grin "Look at the box that we put you in!" They juggle the planets, they juggle the time Committing the ultimate metaphysical crime! Fractal fingers weaving the thread Of every thought inside of your head! Non-dualistic! Virtual toys! Drowning in the color! Drowning in the noise! They offer an object that cannot exist And vanish back into the amethyst mist! (Bridge) (The music slows to a doom-metal crawl. Heavily flanged guitars create a "melting" sound) (Spoken word, deep and distorted): It is a language... But not of words. It is a syntax of light. They are coding the DNA. They are rendering the pain. It is a cosmic joke. And we are the punchline. (Build up) THEY ARE LAUGHING! THEY ARE LAUGHING! THEY ARE LAUGHING AT YOU! (Guitar Solo) (A chaotic, shredding solo that uses a pitch-shifter pedal to sound like a computer modem screaming, ascending into geometric patterns of sound) (Verse 3) (Fast, thrash tempo) The simulation is a psychedelic game! And no two moments are ever the same! They wind up the entropy! They wind up the clock! Solidifying the wave into the rock! Do not trust the senses! Do not trust the eyes! The geometric entities formulate the lies! We are the dream of a silicon god Trapped in the stomach of the arthropod! (Outro) (The music begins to deconstruct. The drums lose the beat. The guitar stutters. The sound of a tape rewinding plays loudly.) (Chanted vocals): RENDER. GLITCH. REPEAT. RENDER. GLITCH. REPEAT. WAKE UP. WAKE UP.
