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Meshuggah - 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. |
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