Текстове на песни: Meshuggah. Catch 33. Re-Inanimate.

My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute
I sustain forever my gaze. A stare fixed on the distant
oblivion
Resting in the inverted state of being dead, non-sensory
matter
As all the earth, the wind, the fire, the sea behold and
learn to pity me