The Dying Art Of Recreation

There is no peace in men
But thus do I warn you to master life without a treatment
… or splittet tongues will speak to you
Be careful, be careful when you fight the monsters
Be careful, careful before you become one
There is no love in men
But thus do I warn you to confirm life with no achievement
… or their voice will lie to you
Be careful, be careful when you fight the monsters
Be careful, careful before you become one
No matter how wrong, no matter for how long
One knows only defeature in life
No matter how wrong, no matter for how long
One knows there’s no way in life
There is no soul in men
But thus do you warn me to recreate my unique picture
To show this world who is not like you
Be careful, be careful when you fight the demons
Be careful, careful before you become one
No matter how wrong, no matter for how long
One knows only defeature in life
No matter how wrong, no matter for how long
One knows there’s no way in life
Not by wrath does this world kill, but by laughter
Not by pain does this world kill, but by laughter
Not by hate does this world kill, but by laughter
The root of all evil lies in the heart of men