Dark MillenniumIn And For Nothing

In the circle deep
lost me in this gold, gold black
a strong arm in these weak days just
an inner wish to be forgotten...
See, the ships are sailing
They sail without a sea;
And still Jesus is praising
he speaks with no need to breathe...
In my worlds I claim nothingness to be
and pictures awake and grow in me.
What is left
to expect?
Where's to go
to look at?
Gallows for sale,
just follow the stench
of my sweat.
You in my mouth,