What solace
Lies in the arms of fate?
-The ill embrace of uncertainty

When did all of this Deny our hands
To be pulled down against

Ripped away by destiny's claws,
Am I another of fate's possessions?
Dwelling the lie of freedom
Just another Straw Pulled at Random

Reclaimed by deceiving time
A silent judgment I can not overrule!

Drawn back into the origin
Uprooted and ground to dust!
Retracted into anti-existence
A magnet repelled by life's polarity

Denied the self control of fate
We flow suspended in semi-life
Until the ever imminent day when oblivion claims our breath

Nowhere indefinitely
Not dead, not alive
Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry
As will and fate divide!

Have I appeased the gods of fate?
Am I allowed another day?
Must I die to escape the scanning eyes of death?

-Straws Pulled at Random
By Meshuggah

A groan...
Of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful
Is this a test? It has to be
Otherwise I can't go on

Draining Patience
Drain vitality
This paranoid, paralyzed
Vampire act is getting old

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
I'm still right here

But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
I'm still right here

Gonna wait it out
Be patient
Wait it out

And if there were no Rewards to reap
No loving embrace to see me through
This Tedious Path I've chosen here
I certainly would have walked away by now

And I still may

Gonna wait it out
Be Patient

And If there was no Reward to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This Tedious Path I've chosen here
I certainly would have walked away
By Now

I don't follow

Because I should  not

You left me here... you said you were.....not...not...not


I don't cry! I
Don't think I should

You couldn't last through this
Didn't think you would

But I can see what haunts you Inside
Inside
Our nightmares come to life
Inside
But Inside we come to life

A bronze plated statue's bearing me
Deeper in Gold
And who could shelter us alone?
As we Grow Old?

You're slowly....
Slowly growing old, old, old
You're slowly, You're slowly growing old, old, OLD!

Can you nurture me
In the Ritual?

oh..
To Change
What the child will grow to be?

YOU'RE PONDERING AN EVER-FUCKING-INTIMATE STRUGGLE!

Is it the nature of the child?
Can you nurture him to satify your needs?

Selfishly...
you satisfy..your needs
Selfishly......you satisfy your needs...
Selfishly... YOU SATSIFY YOUR NEED!

Selfishly...you...........

You pick apart my soul
And set it before me
Oh.. I feel all these times,
and I slowly came unglued

Life picks out the path and sets it before me!
Your free will is not an option
, you see
In The End
YOU'RE JUST A PAWN JUST GETTING USED

In the end....
We end up getting used..
In the end, we end up getting used

But in the End, I can see you through.



-Melancholy
Theory