Simulacrum: Immaterium Lyrics

In another plane of existence there were infinite universes filled with space and time expanding and contracting in a brutal endless recurring cycle.

Outside the realm of the material,
In a time which never was,
Laws of physics hold no power.
Everything that ever will be has always been.

Time, the perceived progress of existence and events that occur in seemingly irreversible succession, from the past, throughout the future, is not only finite, but exists as a single point along innumerable dimensions which can be observed from the pure black beyond.
This is where Gods dwell.
These are the Simulators.

Eternal unmoved movers fill the outer void.
Beyond the sphere of stars there is neither place, nor void, nor time

A union between Nothing and All Eventualities, ultimate opposites, without beginning or end for these two inversions automatically and simultaneously creating each other whose effect is an infinite living mind.
These are the Designers
The Absolute
The All
Eternal substance with neither beginning nor end whose essence is unknowable.
The Saboteurs

Order is chaos, yet there is no order. Cause and effect are independent.

The material is a derivative of consciousness. The multiverse is a mental construct passing in the colorless void of hallucination. We impose concepts on chronological sequences of fuzzy overlapping lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless abyss.

A new form of art is born which looks not at what is, but what could be.
Art and science converge and oscillate around a black-hole mass of divinity.
Rays of pure knowledge escape at increasing frequency,
Blessing and cursing those who are chanced by its unavoidable glare.

Each simulacrum will vanish.
Its accumulated knowledge will decay and the order it imposed will vanish.

The maddening drone of the chord that hums throughout the Simulacra is the only sound that separates consciousness from the pure black silent oblivion.