The Formative Years Testo

A mirror of sorts appears before my being
My human end has come, that's all that I see
Now that my soul it set free
I'm classified dead now, it seems
My destiny plunders on through
I'm granted a room with a view
Nurses and interns gathering at my side
I try to yell at them, I haven't died
As I project, my soul emerges from fear
I soon remember all the reasons I'm here
How strange, I thought that I could see myself
A different light, sight, sound and smell
A different experience, a new world
Almost unhuman to me
See them cart me away
I venture to a new day
Human inhibitions are gone
Emotions are few
I'd pass up any life
For a room with a view