On the search for a universal truth there are less answers than questions Sooner or later you will find out there's no such thing It's a utopic imagination which only fools will believe in Truth is made up by your point of view No one will tell you wrong from right You're left alone in the dark Hoping what you see is not reality But this is not a dream Or are we just imagination Of a higher being dreaming? Then our seeking is senseless What if the dreamer wakes up? Will we still exist or will we fade away?
Are we free or is our fate already sealed? no one can tell you Look into yourself - the answer is in you No need to take a choice 'cause nothing lasts forever It's the fate of all beauty to decay We're running out of time Whatever we believe in You better wake up before it's too late 'cause this is not a dream Or are we just imagination Of a higher being dreaming? Then our seeking is senseless What if the dreamer wakes up? Will we still exist or will we fade away?