(Composição: Mårten Hagström e Tomas Haake) Assembled from dead, incompatible pieces Livid fragments regenerated Decomposing bits of organic matter brought to life, revived A liquid, limbless, sickening shape A faltering semi-floating cluster Its sole purpose of creation To burst the imagination blood surge Defying the mould of human flesh Smashing the wall of beliefs A sight to bring insanity to all dimensional reality Carved from thoughts unthought Into a graphic, visible delusion of life A twisted display of dehumanized features By cells reflected, refracted A frantic dancing of particles in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh Swirling to project the illusion of shape, dimension, and mass A walking translucent entity Void, suspended Inviolate by our rules All standards of existence An electrified vapor-cloud A skein of bone and tissue An atrocity A liquid form unshaped to the organic norm A mind not filled with thoughts But a random, flickering static A soulless creature un-alive I'm the un-human elastic
