Meshuggah - Concatenation

A Stale Organic Cage.
Incarceration.
I'm In The Stranger: Me.
(Lost In Corporeal Inanity)
The User Of My Face;
Beneath Its Guise I Rot.
A Paradox In Terms.
(I Am Now What I'm Not)
Interconnected, Fused.
My Words Are Its Thoughts.
I Now Share My Self With My Reflection.
Straining To Divide Our Twined Formation.
Duality Within Singularity.

(I'm Forlorn In My Own Withering Soul,
Racked By Continuous Waves Of Dissolution