The Dying Art Of Recreation

Dark Age

There is no peace in men 
But thus do I warn you to master life without a treatment 
... or splittet tounges 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 confirmlife with no achievement 
... or their voice will lie to you 

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 

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