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