Delusions

Rotting Christ

Take me in a heavy sleep
In adventures I've never seen
In a dimension before death
Mentally lost always have been
If none of us / return from death
There is so a weaving
To explain life
In a place
There is no life
What I adore
Is lost behind
All the figures feel like me
How can I feel as pain does not exist
Here knowledge meets nothingness
A lost dream, a psychotic feast
If none of us / return from death
There's so weaving
To explain life
In a place
There is no life
What I adore
Is lost behind
I have no advice
How I could
It seems so cordial
But in a way it's not
Delusions: lead my like
Delusions: name all my life
With a picture of an empty heaven
A clear distinction
Between death & joy