Sensorium
Chance doesn't existBut the path of life is not totally so predestinedAnd time and chronology show us how all should beIn the ways of existenceTo find out why we are here
Being conscious is a tormentThe more we learn is the less we getEvery answer contains a new questA quest to non existence, a journey with no end
No one surveys the whole, focus on things so smallBut life's objective is to make it meaningfulOnly searching for thisThat which doesn't existAlthough our ability to relativize remains unclear
I'm not afraid to dieI'm afraid to be alive without being aware of it
I'm so afraid to, I couldn't stand toWaste all my energy on thingsThat do not matter anymore
Our future has already been written by us aloneBut we don't grasp the meaningOf our programmed course of lifeWe only fear what comesAnd smell death every day
Our future has already been wasted by us aloneAnd we just let it happen and do not worry at all
Our future has already been written by us aloneBut we don't grasp the meaningOf our programmed course of lifeWe only fear what comesAnd smell death every daySearch for the answers that lie beyond