(I. Opus 55 No. 1 In Fmin)

(II. Out Of Reach)

Pain reawakens uncertainty

Into firestorms that burn

Your mental volatility

And when the tides of change

Forces one to open eyes

What do you make of truth

And what do you make of lies?

So much aspiration

No room for defeat

Out of reach from all the things

That could make life complete

Exuding this façade

To divert the void inside

Weakness and strength

Right and wrong undefined

Everything I've ever known

Soon have to unlearn

While we might've come full circle

It's a zero degree turn

You can never go home again

And yet alas

Of course we know

That nothing forever lasts

What was the sum

Of all suffering worth?

Inventing our own meanings

On this meaningless earth

If we have but one life to live

Might as well have not lived at all

Illusory to think one

Can climb over this wall

(III. Existential Crisis)

Adversity is the same all over

It rains on the just

And unjust alike

Consumed by

"What should have been"

Foolish to ask

The question why

This realization

Of the haphazard laws

That govern me and you

A collapse in hope

Stems all across

World-weary

The resulting view

(IV. Entrance Of The Absurd)

I was acquainted with the Absurd

Not too long ago

I've seen its true face

And the power it holds

There's no other maxim

By which to operate

We dangle by the careless whim

Of this phantom fate

What was left but "good"?

But then different gods

Would decree

And the only universal thing

We had left

Fell to inconsistency

So shall we follow

Into infinite obscurity

A paradox of a paradox

The unbearable lightness of being

(V. The Unbearable Lightness Of Being)

(VI. Without Salvation I Persist)

If it is in fact nothingness

That awaits us after death

Then let us make an injustice of it

Until the last breath

Let us fight against destiny

Even without hope of victory

It was never for the destination

But for the journey

Most live for postmortem reward

For them it is a game to exist

I await no childish contingencies

Without salvation I persist

(VII. Elegy Of The Night)

For I am the night

More truthful than the day

Would never give

The false hope of light

Only to take it away

Now that I know that nothingness

Surely will remain

I have come to accept it

Move on, and not complain

World of contradiction

And incompatibility

Soon to be face to face

With negation embodied

When I arrive one day

You'll recall me from this song

I am the Absurd, speaking to you

From the beyond

And the pity of it all is

It ends in perplexity