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.