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 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