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