It doesn't make it any less real
I can still feel it
Rage with the fire of insight
These are the days that

Favours the emotional
And amplifies belief
Unaffected 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
I can still feel it
Rage with the fire of insight
These are the phantom days

Beyond our reason
As we nullify intent
Ignorance be just
And defeatist minds prevail

Like dreams, they slip away
Yet this feeling lingers on

It doesn't make it any less real
I can still 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
I can still feel it
Rage with the fire of insight
These are the phantom days