Teksty: Meshuggah. Catch 33. Disenchantment.

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 breath to escape this slavery
I stay my breath to re-awake and face it encore
The struggle to free myself of restraints, becomes my very
shackles