מילים לשיר The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture – 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 SelfThey 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, To The Endless Killing
Consciousness Fails The Grip.
Substance Now Decreasing
Amorphous.
Without Shape Dematerialized
My Own Corrosive Thoughts Probes Armed With Acid Tool.