Chance doesn't exist
  But the path of life ist 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 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 life's objektive is it to make it meaningful
  Only searching for this
  That which doesn't exist
  Although our ability to relativize remains unclear
  
  I'm not afraid to die
  I'm afraid to be alive.. without being ware 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
  Our future has already been wasted by us alone
  And we hust 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..