歌手: Meshuggah
时长: 03:56
The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture - Meshuggah[00:00:00]
A sustained static gaze oblivious to surroundings[00:00:02]
Empty strained unmoving eyes[00:00:32]
Introverted paralyzed[00:00:33]
A burning mass of emotions denied[00:00:35]
Enraged by years of silencing[00:00:37]
An accumulation of feelings suppressed[00:00:39]
Returning to devour[00:00:41]
Bright rays of chaos generated by subconsciousness[00:00:42]
A retribution by own thoughts[00:00:46]
Twisting the mind into fits[00:00:48]
Fuelled with pains unveiled[00:00:50]
Burning with contamination [00:00:51]
Set afire by disowned self-lies[00:00:53]
They penetrate the eyes[00:00:55]
I Am I the next [00:00:57]
Self inflicted overload[00:00:59]
Thoughts returning to think me away[00:01:01]
I Will I be reprieved[00:01:04]
Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite[00:01:06]
Internal machinery of torture[00:01:09]
The turmoil arises from the innermost core of denial[00:01:11]
Shining streams of putrefaction reflugent with disease[00:01:15]
In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation [00:01:19]
A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability[00:01:23]
Minds lit like candles[00:01:26]
By rejected senses and emotions [00:01:28]
Tearing flames born in mind[00:01:30]
Creations of self deception [00:01:32]
Strained not to lose the grip[00:01:33]
Humans locked in the new disease [00:01:35]
A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean [00:01:37]
I Am I the next [00:01:41]
Self inflicted overload[00:01:42]
Thoughts returning to think me away[00:01:45]
I Will I be reprieved[00:01:47]
Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite [00:01:50]
Internal machinery of torture[00:01:52]
I sense; The facilities of the bodily[00:01:53]
Discorporated by the light[00:02:27]
All my pleas; denied[00:02:29]
By my psychological enemy[00:02:32]
The inner light unseen[00:02:35]
I I'm deceived by my[00:02:37]
Receiving eyes; - susceptible[00:02:42]
To the endless killing-sights[00:02:43]
Consciousness fails the grip[00:02:44]
Substance now decreasing[00:02:56]
Amorphous Without shape[00:02:57]
I'm vanishing; dematerialized[00:03:00]
My own corrosive thoughts[00:03:01]
Probes armed with acid tools[00:03:03]
Disintegrated I'm bleached out of reality[00:03:05]
Scattered bits internally[00:03:08]
My last transparent remains;[00:03:10]
Floating objects inanimate[00:03:12]
Spinning into my soul[00:03:13]
Defeated by my contents[00:03:15]
Tables turned I'm a thought repressed[00:03:17]
I'm swallowed into myself[00:03:19]
Destination; nothingness[00:03:21]
I Am I the next Self inflicted overload[00:03:22]
Thoughts returning to think me away[00:03:27]
I Will I be reprieved[00:03:29]
Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite [00:03:32]
Internal machinery of torture[00:03:34]
I I've been the next[00:03:36]
My self inflicted overload [00:03:39]
My neglected thoughts have thought me undone [00:03:41]
I I was never reprieved[00:03:43]
Now I know the sentence of me exquisite [00:03:46]
Internal machinery of torture[00:03:49]