Monday, December 5, 2011

Metal Monday: Meshuggah - Bleed

New thing I'm starting up because you're probably with me in the way that you think Mondays just suck. I don't even go to school, or have a job, but even I think they suck. It's really hard to explain how the pure mental excrement from this day manages to pass over to people who don't even have anywhere to go. Some of you are working 9 to 5 jobs, and some just have school, and truth is: You're all idiots!

So to release some anger, every Monday, I will post a song that will totally murder your soul, make you hate the world a little more, but somehow feel better. I feel like this is my life's purpose, this is my contribution to the world.

Any ideas for any other themed days of the week, maybe Ska Saturdays? I could totally get behind that. Anyway, here's a song I like by Meshuggah with a riff that's sure to make you want to headbutt a baby out of pure rage, I present to you 'Bleed'.

meshuggah, bleed, obzen, jens kidman, fredrik thordendal, tomas haake, marten hagstrom, dick lovgrenBeams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I am no one now, agony

My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
The ruby fluid of life unleashed

Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The bastard spawn of a mutinous self

The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom

Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth

The implement, the device of my extinction
The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
The end-art instruments lethality attained

Heed, it commands, heed my will
Bleed, it says, bleed you will

Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and delegates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion

A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
Chanting softly the song of depletion