The Exquisite Machinery of Torture Songtext
von Meshuggah

A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes, introverted, paralyzed
A burning mass of emotions, 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


Mind set alight by rejected senses and emotions
Tearing flames, born within 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

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

I sense the bodily facilities
Discorporated by the light
All my pleas denied
By my psychological enemy
The inner other me
I′m dead
My shit slowly dissovates shadows no longer cast
From this lifeless form that I've become


Corporeality 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 inanimate objects 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

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 my exquisite internal machinery of torture