I'll teach you how to play, but you can never change the rules

The world is full of monsters
Who are masters in masterizing
Their malfunction
I'm mesmerized by the destruction
Which is decorating our life
Once so dull, now full of action.
We're so desperate to do,
Which is actually dying faster.
If we would just stay calm,
We would live  hundreds of years,
But once we're fast in anything
We're quickly approaching disaster.
However, it depends on how you look.
Disaster is also birth,
The problem is we're thinking we'll ressurect 
Brighter, wiser
And then we doubt it,
We're despairing, debating - why can't we stay sure forever?
We shift between opinions and desires, our
"Faith is a mosaic made of disbelief"
"I'm never gonna do this again"
Is a mantra you repeat to yourself until the next day
"I want to do only good to everyone" is
 something you ideally dream of
While you wreck yourself
And you are satisfied enough for the fact that you are not hurting someone else
But you are, indirectly
The world is a place where pain touches you from so far far away that you cannot find its seed
It's like the butterfly effect
Or a domino game started by someone else but which makes you fall as a burden on your best friend, lover, relative, neighbor or on a stranger
If you try to see the bigger picture you lose your mind
And realise it all started with your birth
The pain has began with your first cry
As if you knew what's gonna come
And you were hoping for one ticket back
Now there's only one ticket left and you are not sure what you're gonna find when you arrive in the station
But there are 4 possibilities:
A replica of this world, a heaven, a hell or nothing
All of them are somehow disturbing to imagine
And all of them are something you already experienced without dying
So take a pick and hope for the cards to be dealt in your favour
The dealer will give you what you want
And take from you what he needs
It will make you big and strong and so powerful  that you could create your own world
But he will take your ability to love, or your trust, your balance, your kindness
Good luck in mastering a world while your inner world's full of rotting garbage
Good luck in hiding you're monstrous
In a place where Hitler first passed as an artist
Everyone will know and you'll become what you were meant to be
What was written down by the real Master/Monster
What i'm wiriting down now stems from the glance he let me take
Oh, cause I've been many times through hell
And I can only cope by writing down my curse just like the old man
Only by letting another domino fall as I fell
Hoping that no one is gonna be crushed
And hoping for the reversed as well.