Delusions of the Dead Songtext
von Flatus

We are the living dead
Walking corpses decaying year by year
Decomposing slaves to the falsity of life
Indecently, I view us all too long for the grave
Senescent sacks of meat Pathologically deceased
In this worldwide mortuary, I can smell you rot
Agnosia in my head
Through shriveled phthisis bulbi I see all clear as mush
Fusiform gyrus now brown, atrophic sludge
Withering defunct neurons, necrotic cells and clots
Mass negation delirium
As Cotard′s Syndrome manifests with grandeur
Monothematic delusion


Intermetamorphosis with necro-neurotic candour
Crass misanthropic illusion
Contra-corporeal genesis Putrefactive population
Gross nihilistic continuum
Live stillborns birthed every day in pervasive mortification
This isn't a dream
Vivus Mortis in the streets
Yawning horrid faces
They think I′m insane
But the hot, putrid stench of humans remains
Why can't they see that they are rotting, just like me
Lying, concealing; trying to hide
Only I believe that they're dead inside