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sThe phantom agony

The phantom agony
I cant see you, I cant hear you
Do you still exist?
I cant feel you, I cant touch you,
Do you exist?

A Phantom Agony

I cant taste you, I cant think of you,
Do we exist at all?

The future doesnt pass
And the past wont overtake the present
All that remains is an obsolete illusion

We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantomagony

Do we dream at night
Or do we share the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
Were all sadists

The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence of life
We meditate too much,
so that ourinstincts will fade away
They fade away

Whats the point of life
And whats the meaning if we all die in the end?
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?
We are afraid of all the things that will not be
A phantom agony

Tears of unprecedented beauty
Reveal the truth of existence
Were all pessimists
The age-old development of consciousness
Drives us away from the essence oflife
We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away
They fade away

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

SENSORIUM
Chance doesnt exist
But the path of life is not totally so predestined
And time and chronology show us how all should be
In the ways of existenceTo find out why we are here

Being conscious is a torment
The more we learn is the less we get

No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small
But lifes objective is to make it meaningful
Only searching for this
That which doesnt exist
Although our ability to relativize remains unclear
Being conscious is a torment
The more we learn is the less we get
Every answer contains a newquest
A quest to non existence, a journey with no end

Im not afraid to die
Im afraid to be alive without being aware of it

Im so afraid to, I couldnt stand to
Waste all my energy on things
That do not matter anymore

Our future has already been written by us alone
But we dont grasp the meaning
Of our programmed course of life
We only fear what comes
And smell death every day
Ourfuture has already been wasted by us alone
And we just let it happen and do not worry at all
Our future has already been written by us alone
But we dont grasp the meaning
Of our programmed course of life
We only fear what comes
And smell death every day
Search for the answers that lie beyond
Being conscious is a torment
The more we learn is the less we get
Every answer contains a new questA quest to non existence, a journey with no end

CRY FOR THE MOON
Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself
behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
The soul of this bulwark forever and ever
Forever and ever

Indoctrinated minds so very often
Contain sick thoughts
And commit most of the evil they preach against

Dont try toconvince me with messages from God
You accuse us of sins committed by yourselves
Its easy to condemn without looking in the mirror
Behind the scenes opens reality

Eternal silence cries out for justice
Forgiveness is not for sale
Nor is the will to forget
Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself
behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
Thesoul of this bulwark forever and ever

Virginity has been stolen at very young ages
And the extinguisher loses its immunity
Morbid abuse of power in the garden of eden
Where the apple gets a youthful face
Eternal silence cries out for justice
Forgiveness is not for sale
Nor is the will to forget
Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself
behind a fairytale forever and ever...
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