Stengah - Meshuggah

Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind

Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile

The temporary elusive goal

To reach the solace, to feed once more upon the synthetic reaper of loss

No matter the outcome, the cost

Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls

Of your defiled, flesh made temple with its closing walls

Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow

You kneel

Control, once superior, now a docile pet at chaos’s feet

Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes

Your past a blurry patch in mind, your future once, now thin dreams filed

Toward the lights of need you strive to drink into your vein the shine

Beaten to the unforgiving ground

Lashed into submission by the inner starving demon, by its unrelenting hand

Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow

You kneel to the syringe

Answering only to authorities of sedation

Their calls the only ones heeded

A worn out soldier touched by their contagion

A battered drone at their feet

You’re the one betrayed

An outcast set afire by your inner war

Your burning self so far astray

A combustion fanned from within your core