Take me in a heavy sleep In adventures Ive 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 Theres 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 its not Delusions lead my like Delusions name all my life With a picture of an empty heaven A clear distinction Between death joy
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