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
