Meshuggah. Obzen. Dancers to a Discordant System. Zeneszám

Listen to the hidden tune
The essence of lies in notes defined
As we dance to the dissonant sway
The choreography refined

Will, subdued and shackled
Reason washed aside
Pledging our love to the chains
Our ignorance ever amplified

Blooded hands lead the waltz
We're trapped in the out of tune swirl
Still we set the show on continue mode
And dance to a discordant system

We accept the nails we're fed
Lies sharpened to bleed us silent
Muted from the pains
Defiance employed in vain

Any attempts to leave the dance
Invisibly suppressed
Questions unasked, we learn the steps
Eyes shut like all the rest

Unsuspecting, willing, blind, controllable herd
Pawns in a covert game conducted by hands we trust
Dominated, compliant and deceptible
Confident that we matter, we don't see that we're but dust

Committed to a lie we cannot see
Cannot know nor comprehend
We're all asinine drones
Kept in the dark, kept in line

Confined, bereft of reason
Withering in toxicity
The deadly fumes of deceit
And we all reek of complicity

Humbled, brought to our knees
By the weight of our own guilt
Our nascent ways, the catalyst
To injustice and inhumanity

We dance to appease
Compete in stupidity

Obscured faces file our points
Numbers fed to the machine
Still we stand in line for the next show
The human spine liquefied
What are we but stupefied
Dancers to a discordant system

We believe, so we're misled
We assume, so we're played
We confide, so we're deceived
We trust, so we're betrayed

We believe, so we're misled
We assume, so we're played
We confide, so we're deceived
We trust, so we're betrayed