Текст песни Chimera

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