Einmal ist Keinmal by Constraint Lyrics
Standing alone at the abyss of the unknown
Desperately seeking signs to pursue
‘cause I wasn’t gifted with the means to be sure
Of which of the infinite paths’ the right one
Staring alone at the gates of contingency
Willing to see - irredeemably blind
Before an endless number of possible lives
Craving to hear, yet doomed to be deaf
Maybe it’s a mockery of our perception
Maybe our picture is already painted
Maybe our illusion’s the sweet pill to cover
The unbearable bitterness of our real essence
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun
We are just feathers trembling in the waft
Shaken by breezes, blown by the blast
We’re contemplating our inability
To fulfil our thirst for infinity
Maybe it’s a mockery of our perception
Maybe our picture is already painted
Maybe our illusion’s the sweet pill to cover
The unbearable bitterness of our real essence
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun
Desperately seeking signs to pursue
‘cause I wasn’t gifted with the means to be sure
Of which of the infinite paths’ the right one
Staring alone at the gates of contingency
Willing to see - irredeemably blind
Before an endless number of possible lives
Craving to hear, yet doomed to be deaf
Maybe it’s a mockery of our perception
Maybe our picture is already painted
Maybe our illusion’s the sweet pill to cover
The unbearable bitterness of our real essence
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun
We are just feathers trembling in the waft
Shaken by breezes, blown by the blast
We’re contemplating our inability
To fulfil our thirst for infinity
Maybe it’s a mockery of our perception
Maybe our picture is already painted
Maybe our illusion’s the sweet pill to cover
The unbearable bitterness of our real essence
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
Crystals of ice floating in a tide
Of chance and fate - that’s what we are
Unique, fragile, violated by
The boundless ocean around us
In danger of being slaughtered by
Just a golden ray of sun