Meshuggah - Elastic

Chaosphere / 1998-11-10 1. New Millenium Cyanide Christ? 2. Corridor Of Chameleons 3. Concatenation 4. The Mouth Licking What You've Bled 5. Sane 6. Neurotica 7. The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture 8. Elastic

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.
Its Sole Purpose Of Creation;
To Burst The Imagination Blood Surge.

Defying The Mould 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,
Form, Dimension And Mass.

(Eyes Not Made For Watching.
Thousand Watt Obsidian Bulbs;
Reflective, Obversed.
The Only View Is The Barren Self)

A Walking Translucent Entity.
Void, Suspended.
Inviolate By 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.

A Mind Not Filled With Thoughts,
But A Random Flickering Static.
A Soulless Creature Un-Alive;
I'm The Un-Human Elastic.