So many thoughts we have lost

So many thoughts we have won

Selecting the real ones

Rejecting the false ones

Every day cuts through your heart

Every year cuts through your soul

Every pain cuts through your face

Every loss cuts through your pride

Your life turns into art

You become your own work

Time is the hammer

Pain is the chisel

You are the artist

Obey your master

Love your scars

Kiss your wreck

A body tells a story

You have to write it

A masterpiece needs time

A good life needs scars

An artwork needs pain

A human body needs signs

A new art needs energy

It is worth to live it

So workable, so unspoiled

Look at my furrows, at my veins

Look at my skin, addicted to dirt

Addicted to dried blood

Every pore needs a sign

As it grows

It must be disfigured

As it burns

It turns pale

No one can ever be or steal your work

Everything can change and improve your work

You got the whole life

To watch and change

The carcass, the soul

You will discover nothing

But you will get more laughter lines

It is great to recognize

The evolution, the age

Watch it grow, watch it change

You agonize yourself

You critizize yourself

You tool yourself

Every pain, every workout

Is memorised

Nothing is ignored

You will know yourself better

Than you did ever before

Steel, wood and leather

Become one with your corpus

And as desired your body changes, into honor

Force, erotic, selfconfidence

A new level is born

A life leaves its trace

A strong seed, a strong hole

A new art, an old way

A life-form, a tradition

A main-support, a main-line

Conclusion becomes evolution

Sweat has to be sore