i. impasse of thoughts
i cana€™t see you i, cana€™t hear you
do you still exist?

i cana€™t feel you, i cana€™t touch you
do you still exist?

the phantom agony

i cana€™t taste you, i cana€™t think of you
do we exist at all?

ii. between hope and despair
the future doesna€™t pass
and the post wona€™t overtake the present
all the 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 person wandering in my dreams

tears of unprecedented beauty
reveal the truth of existence
wea€™re all sadists

the age-old development of consciousness
drives us away from the essence of life
we meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
they fade away

whata€™s the point of life
and whata€™s the meaning if we all die in the end?
does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?

tears of unprecedented beauty
reveal the truth of existence
wea€™re all pessimists

teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me
what we get is what we see, the phantom agony
a te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur

ia€™m afraid of my own exchange of views
what we get is what we see, the phantom agony

iii. nevermore
the lucidity of my mind has been revealed 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 developed ourselves
use your illusion and enter my dream...