I can't see you, I can't hear you 
Do you still exist? 

I can't feel you, I can't touch you, 
Do you exist? 

The Phantom Agony 

I can't taste you, I can't think of you, 
Do we exist at all?

The future doesn't pass 
And the past won't overtake the present 
All that remains is an obsolete illusion 

We are afraid of all the things that could not be 
phantom agony 

Do we dream at night 
Or do we share the same old fantasy? 
I am a silhouette of the persen wandering in my dreams 

Tears of unprecedented beauty 
Reveal the [bad word] of existence 
We're all sadists 

The age-old development of consciousness 
Drives us away from the essence of life 
We meditate too much, 
so that our instincts will fade away 
They fade away 

What's the point of life 
And what's the meaning if we all die in the end? 
Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything? 

Tears of unprecedented beauty 
Reveal the [bad word] of existence 
We're all pessimists 

Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me 
What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony 

The lucidity of my mind has been revealde in new dreams 
I am able to travel where my heart goes 
In search of self-realisation 

This is the way to escape from our agitation 
And develop ourselves 
Use your illusion and enter my dream...