Interpret:

Meshuggah

Album:

Catch Thirtythree

A new level reached, 
Where the absence of air lets me breathe
I’m inverted electrical impulses. 
A malfunctioning death-code incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered
Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction


Grinding, churning – the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel


A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. 
Merging to form the multi-none
A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. 
Greeting the chasm – unbearable, sublime