Lamina Christus

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

Lamina Christus goes on
Lamina Christus goes on