Texty: Meshuggah. Beneath.

it's time to go into the me below
my morbid self beneath
a peril trip the last way out
i spin as i let go
in spirals down the narrow lines
passing through my aura
spit me out into my mind
a journey through disease

i'm behind my cynic eyes
that stare but can not see
the sickness in me ... beneath ...

i fall in untruthful me the essence of
my thoughts
swirling in a thousand vows endless
truthless

what am i this me beneath
a vain organic lie
that rules me from inside

immobile now i bow before reality itself
it's substance moving through my eyes
my life is transferred once suffused upon
my mind the view erases burns inside
and then another fall

i plunge into a well of lies a cold
perennial flow the vortex of my soul