To find out why we are here
Being consciousness 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
No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small
But lifeâs objective is to make it meaningful
Only searching for this
That which doesnât exist
Although our ability to relativize remains unclear
Iâm not afraid to die
Iâm afraid to be alive without being aware of it
Iâm so afraid to, I couldnât stand to
Waste all my energy on things
That do not matter anymore
Our future has already been written by us alone
But we donât grasp the meaning
Of our programmed course of life
Our future has already been wasted by us alone
And we just let it happen and do not worry at all
We only fear what comes
And smell death every day
Search for the answers that lie beyond