In Death - Is Life - Meshuggah

So imminently visible — this cloaked innocent guilt

Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structured chaos

Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude

I’m the soil beneath me

Soaking up the sustenance of my own death

Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things random

Alive, multicolored

Twitching in their dead monochrome world