Meshuggah: I

I - this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obsceneI - to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all lifeBlind - these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed formI - this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pureThe pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of allI drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning soulsThis is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true?Not destined for incarceration. I crave my nothingnessThis illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?I see through the eyes of the blindNot clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I amThe cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dustRe-desintegration. Convulse. A dead universe - Impales this twilightFear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. DespairSickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to haveA snail along a straight razor - dividing itself through motionI charge this feeble product of godLaughing, drenched in the bile of millionsChewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creationSolitude in splendor has been rivalledShrouds stained with tarblack vomitVeiling the rotting eyes of the massesThe strain of armageddon evolvesShifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaosI devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren, wholeRancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faithSacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twistedA witness to this savage carnage. A frenzy of animosityThe will to mutilate. Dominant deviationThe worship of the sick and degenerate will spreadConception derived from misconceptionsThe dimensionless features of truthSilence in the core of undoingUntie its knots and set it looseThe inertia of my existence is clearPremutations of slaughtered worldsI alone will behold the dying skyA servant of eternityProgress finally, emergence of doom completeHere only to reverse the flow of lifeI