Meshuggah: The exquisite machinery of torture

A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings.Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzedA 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 fitsFuelled 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 tortureThe 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 AbilityMinds 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.[Chorus:] I... Am I the next?.......I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the lightAll my pleas; deniedBy my psychological enemyThe inner light unseenI... I'm deceived by myReceiving eyes; - susceptibleto the endless killing-sightsConsciousness fails the grip. Substance now decreasingAmorphous. Without shape - I'm vanishing; dematerializedMy own corrosive thoughts - Probes armed with acid toolsDisintegrated, I'm bleached out of realityScattered bits internally; My last transparent remains;Floating objects inanimate; Spinning into my soulDefeated by my contents. Tables turned, I'm a thought repressedI'm swallowed into myself. Destination; nothingnessI... Am I the next? Self inflicted overloadThoughts returning to think me awayI... Will I be reprievedOr am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,internal machinery of tortureI... I've been the next. My self inflicted overload,My neglected thoughts have thought me undone.I... I was never reprievedNow I know the sentence of me exquisite,internal machinery of torture