I must find a way
To create sense of this madness
I must find a way
To create sense of this madness

Soaring across a vast plane of existence
Solitude, there is nothing
I must find a way to create
Sense of this madness

But what I see is what I perceive
And what I perceive is reality
But what we see is not everything
So by that definition, reality is false

We are trapped in our minds
And our minds must expand

To break the chains that hold us back
We ask these questions
And we look to God

We're so dependent on what others think
That we slowly become each other
In the future we will all be drones
If we do not diverge and find our souls

I must find a way
To create sense of this madness