Tekster: Meshuggah. Chaosphere. The Mouth Licking What You've Bled.

I'm the shallow, the superficial
I'm the common man
Faithless, narrow minded
Indifferent, impassive

A sycophantic leech
Tantamount to disintegrity
I'm the vulture
Feeding on malignancy

I'm the sin, the lecherous
Sneering at prostration
I wallow in disease
I rejoice at degradation

I yawn at misery
Spit at others happiness
Advocate of manipulation
I embrace the sickening

I'm the lost, I'm average, I'm common
I'm infection, I'm human, I'm common
A worm thriving in seas of disgust, I'm common
The mouth licking what you've bled, I'm common

I'm the pampered degenerate
I indulge my inclinations

The only words to my attention
Are those that I myself create
Disorder, chaos

I debar all order, repudiate all purity
Infatuated by contentment, I laugh at lies
Come behold the sickness
In my common human eyes

I'm the greed, the cynic
I'm the indifferent gaze
Mendacity, betrayal
This is not a phase

Ebullient with human filth
Here I am, here I stay
Flourishing in our disgrace
Blessed be the human way