Текст песни Diverge

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