Meshuggah - Elastic - GTP табы

Assembled From Dead Incompatible Pieces; 

Livid Fragments Regenerated.

Decomposing Bits Of Organic Matter, 

Brought To Life, 

Revived.

A Fluid, 

Limbless, 

Sickening Shape, 

A Faltering Semi-Floating Cluster.

Its Sole Purpose Of Creation; 

To Burst The Imagination Blood Surge.


Defying The Mould Of Human Flesh. 

Smashing The Wall Of Beliefs.

A Sight To Bring Insanity To All Dimensional Reality.


Carved From Thoughts Unthought Into A Graphic, 

Visible Delusion Of Life.

A Twisted Display Of Dehumanized Features, 

By Cells Reflected, Refracted.

A Frantic Dancing Of Particles, 

In Pathetic Attempt At Rendering Flesh;

Swirling To Project The Illusion Of Shape, 

Form, Dimension And Mass.


(Eyes Not Made For Watching. 

Thousand Watt Obsidian Bulbs;

Reflective, Obversed. 

The Only View Is The Barren Self)


A Walking Translucent Entity. 

Void, Suspended. 

Inviolate By Rules, 

All Standards Of Existence.

An Electrified Vapor-Cloud. 

A Skein Of Bone And Tissue.

An Atrocity, 

A Liquid Form Unshaped To The Organic Norm.


A Mind Not Filled With Thoughts, 

But A Random Flickering Static.

A Soulless Creature Un-Alive; 

I'm The Un-Human Elastic.