“A stale organic cage. Incarceration
I’m in the stranger: Me
The user of my face; Beneath its guise I rot.
A paradox in terms
Interconnected, fused. My words are its thoughts
I now share my self with my reflection
Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity”
-Meshuggah, “Concatenation” (Chaosphere)