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meshuggah - the exquisite machinery of torture كلمات الأغنية

a sustained static gaze,
oblivious to surroundings.
empty, strained, unmoving eyes;
introverted, paralyzed
a burning m-ss of emotions denied,
enraged by years of silencing.
an acc-mulation 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

- meshuggah

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