Obzen Lyrics - Obzen - Meshuggah

A state of perfection, immersed in filth 

Equilibrium obtained 

Pure in devotion to all things unwell 

This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained 

A new belief-system salvation found in vomit and blood 

Where deprivation, lies, corruption, war and pain is god 

Balance 

Harmony found in the sickly, the vile 

Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleaming 

Intense in their need to watch things die 

A new belief-system 

Salvation found in vomit and blood 

Where deprivation, lies, 

Corruption, war and pain is god 

Decay, disgrace, disgust, our state of Zen 

The grime of contempt and degeneration, 

Sticky, foul and pungent 

The sediment of our creation 

We flourish in this blood-red soil