Meshuggah - Obsidian

The glued-on sheet of self control.
The pity of sense, of sanity
Cracking at the seams. Torn from my reality
The motion of thoughts subdued.
Overcome, suppressed by terror
The mouth of fear overfed by dread beyond measure

Pounding waves of overload running through my every nerve
Will reduced to nothingness.
My system overturned
My mind resigns to defeat. Internal razors activated
Slashing through unprocessed thought.
The severance of self complete

Heartbeats hammering at the sight
A revelation to wrap my soul in fear
Blinded by the neverlight
as I stare into my organic shadow