The creation of thoughtsnA process which never endsnOur life guided by an ideanA construction of a plannIn the end just a goal soon nClearance reaches my mindnThe stone rolled up the hill nOne inch to... failednnIn the Labyrinth of lifenThe individual in it's hivenAll that remains just an illusionnIn the end what stays, confusionnn[Chorus:]nA quest entailed by a god, a task with no solutionnNobody realized that's that core of our lifenAn aim can be reached but our live consists of manynEvery aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusionnnA plan creeps in my mind nWalls of logic are destroyednFeelings (are) starting to rule my life nA life of another kindnReason should give the guiding linenThe senses are the other sidenNone of them should be dominantnThe balance could be minennIn the Labyrinth of lifenThe individual in it's hivenAll that remains just an illusionnIn the end what stays, confusionnn[Chorus]nA quest entailed by a god, a task with no solutionnNobody realized that's that core of our lifenAn aim can be reached but our live consists of manynEvery aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion