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