Sim by Ellis Michaels

[Verse]
Simply put
All fake, face to foot
An illusion
Quantum dreams
Nothing's as it seems
All delusion

The rabbit hole leaves so few conclusions to arrive at
Can't speak for you but I just may be a brain in a vat
But if in this solipsistic nightmare it's only me
Every girlfriend I've ever had was just a NPC

[Bridge]
I think therefore I am convinced it's all a program

[Chorus]
Hyperreal, what's the deal?
Symbolic sims that feel?
To no degree is reality any
Thing more than uncertainty

[Verse]
Similar
Are both him and her
Simulacrum
So bizarre
No clue who we are
Where we came from

We are simple sims who are trying to simply survive
Eat, sleep, procreate, and repeat are why we are alive
Blissfully unaware of living on the thirteenth floor
Unless someday the software glitches to hard to ignore

[Bridge]
I think therefore I am sure you're a hologram

[Chorus]
Hyperreal, what's the deal?
Symbolic sims that feel?
To no degree is reality any
Thing more than uncertainty

[Verse]
Simulate
First, then populate
For no purpose
No leeway
Here we all must stay
On the surface


[Bridge]
I think therefore I am convinced it's all a program

[Chorus]
Hyperreal, what's the deal?
Symbolic sims that feel?
To no degree is reality any
Thing more than uncertainty

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