Is any of this real,
Or is this an illusion;
Percieved from something else?
Are we ancient gods
Raised on an institution,
To keep most of us prone?

Looking for meaning in everything.
Not giving credit to what transpires.
Tried to find meaning in anything,
But nothing matters save for what inspires.

Shut your eyes in capricorn
Open them again in aries
As another self
Are we angel souls
Encapsulated in these bodies
Trying to go home?

Looking for meaning in everything.
Not giving credit to what transpires.
Tried to find meaning in anything,
But nothing matters save for what inspires.

I don't think it's real,
I think they are illusions, michael,
To process what's observed.
In a feedback loop,
Of what is and what isn't,
And separating them.

Looking for meaning in everything.
Not giving credit to what transpires.
Tried to find meaning in anything,
But nothing matters save for what inspires.