Meshuggah - The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture - GTP табы

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