Vārdi: Meshuggah. Catch 33. In Death - Is Death.

Iridescent to the searhing eyes, I m all things vivid in a
world of grey
So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where
all is prey

My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional
hunter-god radar
I m a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores
I am them. I am teeth. I m their arousal at the kill
Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction
fulfilled

Focus the only means to see me back to life s unending swirl

A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is
now my origin