Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I'm no one now, only agony My crimson liquid so frantically
The void clenches its determined jaws A lethargic, careless motion to kill Monstrous, prodigious, indifferent Slow and deliberate, its torturous skills
A state of perfection, immersed in filth Equilibrium obtained Pure in devotion to all things unwell This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained A new
Humanity peeled from our bones Deprived of integuments that make us real Shadows of flesh to maintain the system Our own blood splashes as we kneel So
Reality, this spiteful snake Rearing its ugly head Venom dripping from its grin As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way Given a thousand years to
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity No wondering whether this is it Clarity, so brightly shining The image so painfully absolute No edges blurred on this
Drooling floods of led Armed with distorted belief Sharp munition spat from our minds Malignancy rounds, automatic fire Black, acidic bile Seeping wounds
How come I shiver, hurt and bleed If in dreams I cannot truly feel? Who would dare say, who would claim This hallucination isn't real? Synoptical glitch
Listen to the hidden tune The essence of lies in notes defined As we dance to the dissonant sway The choreography refined Will, subdued and shackled
A state of perfection,immersed in filth equilibrium obnaited pure in devotion to all thing unwell this sweet zen of our ill condition sustained a new
Překlad: Meshuggah. Obzen.
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity No wondering whether this is it Clarity to brightly shining the images so painfully absolute No edges blurred on
[Lyrics: Tomas Haake, Music: Fredrik Thordendal] Listen to the hidden tune - The essence of lies in notes defined As we dance to the dissonant sway -
Humanity peeled from our bones Deprived of integuments that make us real. Shadows of flesh to maintain the system Our own blood splashes as we kneel
Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now -- agony My crimson liquid so
The void clenches its determined jaws A lethargic, careless motion to kill Monstrous, prodigous, indifferent Slow and deliberate its torturous skills
[Lyrics: Tomas Haake, Music: Fredrik Thordendal] How come I shiver, hurt and bleed, If in dreams i cannot truly feel Who would dare say, who would claim
