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

The curtains are made of dreams
I'm searching my mind at once
Your death, my death
Are coming in our lives
Your death, my death
Are coming just in time

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