Stengah Lyrics - Nothing - Meshuggah

Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind 

Still, in machine-like strife, you gain another mile 

The temporary, elusive goal; to reach the solace, to feed once more 

Upon the synthetic reaper of loss, no matter the outcome, the cost 

Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls 

Of your defile, flesh-made temple, with its closing walls 

Still you claim the worshippers pose and you bow, you kneel 

Control, once superior, now a docile pet at chaos' feet 

Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all hurt recedes 

Your past, a blurry patch in mind, your future once; now thin dreams filed 

Toward the lights of need you strive to drink into your vein the shine 

Beaten to the unforgiving ground, lashed into submission 

By the inner starving demon, by its unrelenting hand 

Still, you claim the worshippers pose and you bow, you kneel to the syringe 

Answering only to authorities of sedation, their calls the only ones heeded 

A worn out soldier touched by their contagion, a battered drone at their feet 

You're the one betrayed, an outcast set afire by your inner war 

Your burning self so far astray, a combustion fanned from within your core