Текст песни act III - Vy

Control earned from perspectivity
Is flawed by ones feasibility

The mind and body are a slave
To each's blessed spirituality

We don't know the origin of thought
But we claim the origin of time

We don't know the origin of us
But we deny the truth of divine

My perspective has been shattered

This world is a maze
There is no entrance or exit
So the journey must be done with grace

I've lost myself trying to please everyone
But now I'm losing everyone trying to please myself

A simple dichotomy
Somehow fueling a maddening symphony
Stuck between pure souls
And melodic sympathy

Listen close
For everything is moving

But Take it slow
For nothing is fleeting