This Spiteful Snake

Meshuggah

Reality - this spiteful snake, 
Rearing its ugly head 
Venom dripping from its grin 
As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way 

If given a thousand years to collect, 
To process, to portray 
- We could never encompass the voracity 
Of one single day 

Trapping us in its winding, 
It's closing malignant cycles 
A tightening coil to bind us, 
Hold us tight in unforgiving embrace 

Its all-engulfing jaws - infinite, boundless 
Biting down on the dying flesh of hope 
Its fiery breath levelling, dismantling, 
Flattening, tearing down the structure of our dreams 

Overcome, defeated 
Terrified, shivering, mute 
Reality is terror - this truth is absolute 

Reality - this spiteful snake 
- Shedding its smothering veil 
- A shroud to asphyxiate, 
Exterminate, eradicate