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