Chimaera Canal Lyrics

Putting all the energy lulled by the silence of
a mediocre form of isolation corrupted by
depression increased in the course of time.
Possessed by my instinct i will forget a last creation
the shape of the head slickly defined removing the excess
of marble in surplus, shaping the nose forming the mouth.
Gently virile, carving the eyes proposing the purpose:
creating the ultimate kind of person. Beautyfull wisps
sliding upon a body of trial a woman to have 'till the last
breath I will conquer my doom in the silence of a
workshop I feed my worship, the power of my art
on the marble block. Silent whispers from the unmoving
mouth telling me something I couldn't hear, telling
me something i couldn't bear: keep on with your misery
Set yourself at liberty, you will suffer until I, surced from the stone
Sole from tens of clones will be the reason of your life
Spreading an eternity in a substance, could it be the
reason of this lunacy? Scared by the velvet of this madness
hissing through the certainties, I decided to procede and so
Body to take; Body of marble, the goddess of sex and silence
female idyll, slick cold as ice, never imagined of
how much is desirous the stare of a woman without the iris
Dream of a man releasing the bind. There's no price: a woman
to forge, one man's meat is another man's poison in the silence
of a prison breathing the noisome stench of an irreparable solitude
Living outside from society, far from the world of right and wrong
that everybody wants top belong. Searching for a discipline
power and glistening cut of from space and time I discover
in sculpture lymph of a disorder that my perversion has come
to life so don't misunderstand, this arousal is a perversion too
maniac depression with a passion for sculpture fetish
conception of the fashioning culture created by himself
and built it in something human form. Humanize the
inanimate with all the consequences that it takes
An artificial way to drain the pain and sorrow it takes
the river of sickness flows into the Chimera Canal
Chimera: the dream of a man become a solid to adore
Here's the crossroad: surrender or continue, reality or
fantasy, finding the abnormal, the only thing's normal
accept it and leaving the dream by orgasm or deny the mirage
back to life filled with apathy. It's the choice he as to take
humanize or not the inanimate chattering of tools
generous loss of sweat, sprayed all across his work, man
leaking out obsession, lacking of perception has found
a way to carry on