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Meshuggah Catch 33

Reaching for the inner bright, the very essence-sun of my dreaming bliss Guided by a fear blinded outside all shades of the perfect black

Me the paragon of fear, an immobile skein of tangled nerves exposed Hastily clawing my way into the darkest of my inner scenes of torture I stay my

Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I m all things vivid in a world of grey So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey My thoughts

The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within; The twin-and

My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute I sustain forever my gaze. A stare fixed on the distant oblivion Resting in the inverted state of

Vision will blind. Severance ties. Median am I. True are all lies

Mutiny of self. Insurrection games convincingly performed Incapacitated by physical thoughts acting out the will of tendon and bone Have the bridges