Hell is all around me, or at least it seems to be
I look to the side of me – emptiness
I look to the other – suffering and loneliness
I wonder, can it get any worse?
And all of this reminds me of man's gift turned curse:
Free will given to man by God,
For He longs to be loved by those who choose
For with free will comes real love, real hate,
And the freedom to not be robotically used
Dark days of the Human Race
I tried to see man's beauty,
But chaos reigns in his chosen way
My friends welcome to man's stage
Man is chaos Man is insanity
What's stopping anyone from mutilating me?
Fear is the basis of society,
Invoked merely by the hand that is punishing
Man is his so-called master,
And it turned him into a monster
Man is his so-called master,
And it turned him into a disaster
Dark days of the Human Race
I tried to see man's beauty,
But chaos reigns in his chosen way
My friends welcome to man's stage