Interpret:

Epica

Album:

The Phantom Agony

Chance doesn’t 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 existence 
To 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 
life’s objective is to make it meaningful 
Only searching for this 
That which doesn’t 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 new quest 
A quest to non existence, a journey with no end 


I’m not afraid to die 
I’m afraid to be alive without being aware of it 


I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to 
Waste all my energy on things 
That do not matter anymore 


Our future has already been written by us alone 
But we don’t grasp the meaning 
Of our programmed course of life 
We only fear what comes 
And smell death every day 


Our future 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 don’t 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 quest 
A quest to non existence, a journey with no end