Interpret:

Meshuggah

Album:

obZen

How come I shiver, hurt and bleed, 
If in dreams I cannot truly feel 
Who would dare say, who would claim 
This hallucination isn't real 


Synaptical glitch looking glass 
So enticing, real and free of lies 
Prodigious, omnifarious 
It nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes 


Artificial the catalyst, organic its progeny 
Voracious spectral offspring - so sweet in its hunger 
Unbound this new vision, optical regenesis 
Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity 


These authoritive visions order my collective senses, 
My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel 
A judas syndrome in effect - former self the deceiver 
Its denial the wretched kiss that kept this in disguise 


Cast off - the conceiling veil, the rational cloak of doubt 
torn off - the restraints, the blinded's shackles 
Burned away - the agony, the fear, the grief 
A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief