Septic Flesh Chasing The Chimera
(Music : Sotiris/Spiros, Lyrics : Sotiris) My mood is like the weather it changes with unexpected ways creating a mosaic based on the antithesis of cold and warm colours If you could read in my eyes you would discover a shade of grey when I smile because even when (I am) collecting moments of happiness my mind descends in my shrine to pray in front of the candle of life. And its flesh parts are slowly melting slipping down like white worms. (The) walls around are decorated with nailed butterflies. Each one a happy thought, pretty but old and lifeless. The thirst for joy is never gratified only grows as pain is interrupting our wishes and "help" us learn through analphabet of scars. (Solo : Sotiris)
