Interpret:

Meshuggah

Album:

Nothing

Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your 
trembling mind 
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile 
The temporary elusive goal: To reach the solace, to 
feed once more 
upon the synthetic reaper of loss. No matter the 
outcome. No matter the cost 


Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls 
Of your defiled, flesh made temple with its closing 
walls 
Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. You 
kneel 


Control: once superior, now a docile pet at chaos' 
feet 
Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all 
hurt recedes 
Your past a blurry patch in mind, your future once; 
now thin dreams filed 
Toward the lights of need you strive - to drink into 
your vein the shine 


Beaten to the unforgiving ground. Lashed into 
submission 
- By the inner starving demon. By its unrelenting 
hand 
Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow. You 
kneel to the syringe 


Answering only to authorities of sedation. Their 
calls the only ones heeded 
A worn out soldier touched by their contagion. A 
battered drone at their feet 
You're the one betrayed. An outcast set afire by your 
inner war 
Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned 
from within your core