Humiliative - Meshuggah

I’m the concrete leper

Sickness repulsion embodied

Hear the sermon escaping my vermin mouth

You might even stay with me in the dirt

I’m soaked in putrid sewage risen from empty words

To you a legion of nausea

I’m your sins

I’m your crown of thorns

I’ve seen the blood of generations

The ravenous mouth called system

We’re all shaped by vulgar hands

The grip of hate and lies

The sustenance to our bellicose ways

An ignorance almost justified as the gap of humanity

Fraction grows

The skull of life lobotomized

Hear me

I’m ignominy

There’s no renaissance in bleeding

No

I’ve flown a million minds

Black in despair

The liquids of uncertainty spit into their eyes

Our flesh embedded in counters of iniquity

It seems like we are all just merchandise

Not civilized

No words

We adapt in our silence

Paralyzed to changes erasing the last denial

Lines

Attitudes

Crucified

Still we’re going on

Crawling toward submissive suicide