Kipple drifts through entropy's haze, Anachronistic ghosts in a neon maze. A fabrication where the demiurge plays, Simulacrum eyes in a solipsism daze. [SOLO Macabre 1960s horror synth solo, chilling Ondes Martenot and eerie Theremin-like slides, dissonant high-pitched oscillating frequencies, haunting vintage Moog wobbles, dread-inducing atonality, shivering analog textures, psychological thriller atmosphere, cold and sinister] [bridge] Precogs weep at the conflagration, Atavism thrives in etherealization. Panspermia's stasis, a cold sensation, Obsolescence is our final station. [break] Miasma clouds the encephalon light, Psionic whispers in the null-A night. An idiosyncrasy of augury and fright, Lost in the simulacra, out of sight. [outro]
