Lletres: Meshuggah. Beneath.

It's time to go into the me below
My morbid self beneath
A peril trip the last way out
I spin as I let go
In spirals down the narrow lines
Passing through my aura
Spit me out into my mind
A journey through disease

I'm behind, my cynic eyes
That stare but cannot see
The sickness in me, beneath

I fall in untruthful
Me the essence of my thoughts
Swirling in a thousand vows
Endless, truthless

What am I, this me beneath?
A vain organic lie
That rules me from inside

Immobile now
I bow before reality itself
It's substance moving through my eyes
My life is transferred once
Suffused upon my mind
The view erases burns inside
And then another fall

I plunge into a well of lies
A cold perennial flow
The vortex of my soul