Exquisite Machinery Of Torture Lyrics - Chaosphere - 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. 

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