and I'll see you guys next time. I've got a lot of work to do. I've got a lot of stuff to do. And I have a lot of friends that I need to meet. And I have a lot of stuff to do. So I'm gonna go now, and I'll see you in a bit. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. These are the phantom days beyond our reason As we nullify intent Ignorance be just when defeatist minds prevail Like dreams they slip away Yet this feeling lingers on It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with a fire of insight These are the phantom days These are the phantom days These are the phantom days What remains of indecision Determined by resolve Vicariously through others I see what I can be We might be lost and gone Do memory belong? It doesn't make it any less real Once you feel it Rage with a fire of insight These are the phantom days