It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the days that Favors the emotional
An amplified belief When effective and unbiased I want my eyes to be It might be lost and gone To memory belong
It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days
Behind the reason Once we nullify intent Ignorance be just When defeatist minds prevail In dreams they slip away Yet this feeling lingers on
It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days
What remains of indecision Determined by resolve Vicariously through others I see what I can be It might be lost and gone To memory belong
It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with the fire of insight These are the phantom days
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