[Verse: Perspective]

Forty seven times a day eye Astral project/
Looking for a deeper meaning to life's concept/
Cause believing that it's only purpose is to work, sleep, and eat is something eye can't accept/
And man, as time goes on eye keep thinking that in the world eye live in the idea of prospect/
Is unrealistic, and that truth quickly burns my soul like it came in contact with a caustic/
Also, as time wastes away eye realize trying to find deeper meanings becomes meaningless/
And for me to isolate myself from the world to keep sane is not even close to reasonless/
The world is taking a toll on my soul/
The world is making a hole in my goal/
Can't wait to transcend/
Today eye commence/
The process, and soon I'll be flying/
That's when I'll be actually smiling/
This a cry for help, I'm not even rhyming/
This is a message in a bottle I'm writing/
Cause this dangerous mental mountain I'm climbing/
Got me feeling fatigued, man eye think I'm dying/
Might as well drift away, there's no point in trying/
Mask back the tears because there is no point in crying/
Strength fading away like a tranquilized lion/