[I. Impasse of Thoughts]
I can't see you, I can't hear you
Do you still exist?
I cn't feel you, I can't touch
you,
Do you exist?
The Phantom Agony
I can't taste you, I can't think of you,
Do we exist at all?
[II. Between
hope and despair]
The future doesn't pass
And the past won't overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete
illusion
We are afraid of all the things that could not be
A phantom agony
Do we dream at night
Or do we share the
same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the persen wandering in my dreams
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of
existence
We're all sadists
The age-old development of conciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate
too much, so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away
What's the point of life
And what's the meaning if we all die
in the end?
Does it make sense to learsn or do we forget everything?
Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of
existence
We're all pessimists
Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
What we get is what we see, the Phantom
Agony
[III. Nevermore]
The lucidity of my mind has been revealde in new dreams
I am able to travel where my heart
goes
In search of self-realisation
This is the way to escape from our agitation
And develop ourselves
Use your illusion
and enter my dream...