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• Artiste: Epica
• Titre: Sensorium
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Chance doesn't exist But the path of life is not totally so predestined Time and chronology show us how all should be In the ways of existence To find out why we are here Being consciousness 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 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 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 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 (Thanks to ivanescence for these lyrics)