Meshuggah

Meshuggah - The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture

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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

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