Texty: Meshuggah. Chaosphere. Elastic.

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
It's sole purpose of creation
To burst the imagination, blood surge

Defying the mold 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 dimension and mass

A walking translucent entity
Void, suspended
Inviolate by all 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

Mind not filled with thoughts
But a random flickering static
For a creature un alive
I'm the un human elastic