Letra de The Exquisite Machinery of Torture
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 devourBright 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 eyesI, 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 abilityMind 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 cleanI, 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 machineryI 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 becomeCorporeality 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 nothingnessI, 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 machineryI, 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