New Millennium Cyanide Christ - Meshuggah

I’m a carnal, organic anagram

Human flesh instead of written letters

I rearrange my pathetic tissue

I incise, I replace, I’m reformed

I eradicate the fake pre-present me

Elevate me to a higher human form

The characters I am

Made into a word complete

Then I’ll be the new norm

Self-inflicted fractures

I replace my bones with bars

Aluminum bleeding oxide

The drug of gods into my pounding veins

My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses

Blindness induced to prevent destruction

Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs

To save me from the dues of inhalation

I tear my worthless, useless skin

Staples to pin it over my ears

Non-receptive of ungodly sounds

I disable the audio-generators of fear

Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth

Sharpened to deplete

The creator of all violence

Without speech there will be no deceit

Baptized in vitriolic acid

A final touch, a smoothing of features

Completion of the greatest art

To cast the godly creatures

Humans, once astray, made divine

Stripped of congenital flaws

We’re incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms

Disciples

Come join with me

To save a failed humanity

Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity

Behold, a sacrificial race

In cleansing worshiping of pain

The new millennium Christ

Here to redeem all from lies

Lies