Against the wall you must cry Anxiety is made to feel You’re dead i’m dead for my own conception You’re dead i’m dead for my own illusion
Lamina Christus goes on Lamina Christus goes on
The curtains are made of dreams I’m searching my mind at ones You’re dead i’m dead, it’s coming in our lifes You’re dead i’m dead, it’s coming just in times
Lamina Christus goes on Lamina Christus goes on
you’re dead i’m dead for my own conception you’re dead i’m dead for my own illusion