歌词
World, firstly
Subjective phenomenon
Retrieve the road
Tat leads to these far away goals
Facing the disturbing
Riches of life
Forges an abstraction
Magic value of protection
Against chaotic change
Living experience
Gets lost in it, gets lost in it
Becomes itself an abstraction
Parts with himself to become an object
The world as data coming from the soul
We can be makers of such information
专辑信息