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The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture - Meshuggah

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

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 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