To the newcomer.

Bring me Peace, I'll bring you Bliss.
All these years come down to this:
Maths prevail always at the end,
no prayer can make'em bend.
You alone define your value, 
through the way you treat Time.

That's how it is and that's how it should be, whether it's a meter or tons of miles step by step the world goes by.

Bring me War, I'll bring you Progress.
Our parts are torn but still do work. 
There's just one rule and you'll explore
my absurd existence as a whole:
Show yourself respect and love,
through these you may never regress.

That's how it is and that's how it should be, the inner wars we offer at each other produce the fruit we grow by.

Release your guilt, accept the gift.
Eros is no less than pure rebirth.
Observe the speed in which you shift.
Finally you feel free of Death.
This little lie runs through you wild,
you just discovered your inner child.

That's how it is and that's how it should be, Love's fire burns all that is old while our newborn selves rise up bold.