Interpret:

Meshuggah

Album:

Nothing

The glued-on sheet of self control. The pity of 
sense, of sanity 
-Cracking at the seams. Torn from my reality 
The motion of thoughts subdued. Overcome, suppressed 
by terror 
The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure 


Pounding waves of overload running through my every 
nerve 
Will reduced to nothingness. My system overturned 
My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated 
-Slashing through unprocessed thought. The severance 
of self complete 


Heartbeats hammering at the sight 
A revelation to wrap my soul in fear 
Blinded by the neverlight 
as I stare into my organic shadow 


The bin of repressed emotions crammed 
Limits of pain by far exceeded 
I stare into the blank 
the mantra of dead silence repeated 


Hear me. Find me 
Save me. The dead me 


(Shallow breathing. Eyes not shut, not open 
By fear silenced. Incantations never spoken) 


This hell of vacuum abound 
with the chanting whispers of the mute 
Exposed to the wrath of neversound 
-The words of my organic shadow