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 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 objective is 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 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    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