Too many roads before my eyes…
The lyrics echo the thought of Søren Kierkegaard (1813–1855), the Danish philosopher often called the father of existentialism. For him, despair was not a passing mood but the hidden core of human life: we are painfully aware of ourselves and confronted with endless possibilities, which become a source of anxiety. Every choice leads into an uncertain future, and we cannot foresee its consequences.
In the 21st century, these ideas feel more urgent than ever. We live in an age of overwhelming information, infinite options, and constant comparison. Social media, digital identities, and endless opportunities create the very dizziness Kierkegaard described: the “dizzying depth, the endless fall”. Despair becomes a silent companion, a background noise in modern life.
Key connections to the lyrics:
“Too many roads before my eyes” – today’s flood of possibilities, careers, lifestyles, and identities.
“Every choice a brush with death” – the fear of making the wrong move in a world that never forgets.
“The abyss is near, the future burns” – uncertainty amplified by global crises and unstable futures.
“In the abyss my strength is found” – Kierkegaard’s paradox: despair can be transformed into energy, the raw material for resilience and authenticity.
The song is both a lament and a call to transformation: through despair we can breathe, rise, and reclaim our own ground.
Too many roads before my eyes,
None are safe, and all disguise.
Every step a trembling breath,
Every choice a brush with death.
The abyss is near, the future burns,
A thousand paths, but no return.
Shadows rise, the ground is weak,
The voice of fear is all I seek.
Despair runs through my veins,
An endless storm remains.
I walk the night with nothing clear,
The weight of silence is all I hear.
Through despair I breathe,
Through despair I rise.
No map can show what lies ahead,
No promise holds, no word is said.
Out of the dark, the questions call,
The unseen hand decides it all.
The choices break, the lines collapse,
The future hides behind the gaps.
The dizzying depth, the endless fall,
Yet in the fear I hear it all.
Despair runs through my veins,
An endless storm remains.
I walk the night with nothing clear,
The weight of silence is all I hear.
Through despair I breathe,
Through despair I rise.
Fear is no curse – it’s raw, it’s real.
A raging fire, a blade of steel.
In the abyss my strength is found,
The wound itself becomes the ground.
Despair runs through my veins,
But from its fire strength remains.
The night reveals what I must be,
The fall itself awakens me.
Through despair I breathe,
Through despair I rise.
Through despair—
I’m alive.
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