We don't know why anyone knows
what happens in our dreams.
We sometimes can't differ dream from the present.

But we, bastard prophets warn you
not to be defeated by dementia
Which sits in us and devours us
from inside and tears our guts out.

Everyone cleans his hands
by the creator Bull shit-you'll
Die like your victim's but you will suffer forever.
Cause murder in the name of creator is not a sin,
maybe in your mind...
You clean your hands to obtain richness.
Majestic dementia is in You.