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