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