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're 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 In the future we all will be drones, if we do not diverge and find our souls