Letra da Música: Chimera - Tactile Gemma

Bred from a thought
A little mouvement in the air
Takes shape in a few second
Becomes a monster

I can't hear what it's saying
It's not that it is soft-spoken
Or my hear have fallen off
Its words prick my skin
I'm trying to keep them out
But after three days they've eaten their way to my inmost
Where they hold a mad feast on the pulp called my heart

I do . I nothing but do wish for a storm to blow off from here
To spread our minds , untangle our chimeras
They're materialising

Tell me nothing more
Don't want to know anything more
I don't want to elaborate my nightmares any further
Or make them step out of the air
Don't need more dream matter

You think I can't ?
Oh I can get hurt
I can get so hurt

They hold a mad feast on the pulp called my heart
I just can't love anymore

I ' ve created a monster ... Oh no , what I have done