Meshuggah - Organic Shadows - GTP табы

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