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

Favors the emotional
And amplified belief
Uneffected 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
Ignorancе be just
And defeatist minds prеvail
In 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