Tekstovi: Meshuggah. Catch 33. Dehumanization.

A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me
breathe
I m inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning
death-code incomplete
All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered

Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is
contradiction

Grinding, churning the sweetest ever noises
Decode me into their non-communication
A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel

A stagnant flow of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to form
the multi-none
A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the
chasm unbearable, sublime