Meshuggah The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture Lyrics

The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture Lyrics


A Sustained Static Gaze, 
Oblivious To Surroundings.
Empty, Strained,
Unmoving Eyes; 
Introverted, Paralyzed
A Burning Mass Of Emotions Denied,

Enraged By Years Of Silencing.
An Accumulation Of Feelings Suppressed,

Returning To Devour.
Bright Rays Of Chaos, 
Generated By
Subconsciousness.
A Retribution By Own Thoughts; 
Twisting The Mind Into
Fits
Fuelled With Pains Unveiled. 
Burning With Contamination.
Set
Afire By Disowned Self-Lies; 
They Penetrate The Eyes.

I... Am I The
Next? 
Self Inflicted Overload.
Thoughts Returning To Think Me
Away.
I... Will I Be Reprieved,
Or Am I Just Awaiting The Sentence Of My
Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture

The Turmoil Arises, 
From
The Innermost Core Of Denial.
Shining Streams Of Putrefaction, 
Reflugent
With Disease -
In Outward Motion To Redress The Balance By Retaliation.
A
Terminal Journey To Relieve Cognition Of Ability
Minds Lit Like Candles,

By Rejected Senses And Emotions.
Tearing Flames, 
Born In Mind;

Creations Of Self Deception.
Strained, 
Not To Lose The Grip -

Humans Locked In The New Disease.
A Light By Eyes Unseen Has Come To
Burn Us Clean.

Ref: I... Am I The Next?.......

I Sense; 
The
Facilities Of The Bodily; 
Discorporated By The Light
All My Pleas;

Denied
By My Psychological Enemy
The Inner Light Unseen

I...
I'm Deceived By My
Receiving Eyes; - Susceptible
To The Endless
Killing-Sights

Consciousness Fails The Grip. 
Substance Now
Decreasing
Amorphous. 
Without Shape - I'm Vanishing;

Dematerialized
My Own Corrosive Thoughts - 
Probes Armed With Acid
Tools
Disintegrated, 
I'm Bleached Out Of Reality
Scattered Bits
Internally; 
My Last Transparent Remains;
Floating Objects Inanimate;

Spinning Into My Soul
Defeated By My Contents. 
Tables Turned,

I'm A Thought Repressed
I'm Swallowed Into Myself. 
Destination;
Nothingness

I... Am I The Next? 
Self Inflicted Overload
Thoughts
Returning To Think Me Away
I... Will I Be Reprieved
Or Am I Just Awaiting
The Sentence Of My Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture
I... I've Been
The Next. 
My Self Inflicted Overload,
My Neglected Thoughts Have Thought
Me Undone.
I... I Was Never Reprieved
Now I Know The Sentence Of Me
Exquisite,
Internal Machinery Of Torture