The muse gave the silence
to feed the greedy souls.
A pact eternal, painful and yet… beautiful.
Creation, the need for completion
Destruction, a taunt to gods and a hymn to our fears
for an end.
Sadomasochistic games keep us going, searching for improvement.
And it’s acceptable, kids always search for new toys.
If no treasure is left, a new hunt must begin
and we find our preys in the eyes of each other.
Happiness is the jail of spiritual monotony that only Tragedy defeats
so catharsis can come for all others.
That’s the meaning of Art.
That’s the tyranny of heart.
to feed the greedy souls.
A pact eternal, painful and yet… beautiful.
Creation, the need for completion
Destruction, a taunt to gods and a hymn to our fears
for an end.
Sadomasochistic games keep us going, searching for improvement.
And it’s acceptable, kids always search for new toys.
If no treasure is left, a new hunt must begin
and we find our preys in the eyes of each other.
Happiness is the jail of spiritual monotony that only Tragedy defeats
so catharsis can come for all others.
That’s the meaning of Art.
That’s the tyranny of heart.