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

(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