"The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture" as written by and Fredrik/haake Thordendal....
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


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"The Exquisite Machinery of Torture" as written by Tomas Haake Fredrik Thordendal

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    General CommentPlease someone tell me what this text is about.
    I'm going to write about that for school... It is hard, I choosed this one thou I think this one just there for...

    I beleve it is all about emotions suppressed.
    Gorbizon September 07, 2002   Link
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    General CommentI think it's about going crazy.....it's purposely ambigous to make you think though, like a Tool song. Pretty fly
    adamizeron March 31, 2003   Link
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    General CommentAnother one of Tomas Haake's insane visions of our cold future, but it's also (I think) a song about the way that depression clouds your mind with stupid and evil thoughts.
    Wernyon July 28, 2005   Link
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    Song MeaningI see this song as describing the constant mental torture that people with depression, schizophrenia or similar illnesses subconsciously put themselves through. Eventually, the person regresses into what Haake calls "nothingness"...could be an exaggeration of the feeling of complete nothingness in one's soul. Alot of Meshuggah songs seem to be about people with mental illness. I guess that's where the name came from.
    Slayer21394on April 10, 2009   Link
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    General Commentthe song is about the everyday life. How we stare in our daily ruteen.

    "A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings. Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed"

    the disability to see or feel more then the common reality is inflicting a overload in the sistem of consciousness end subconsciousness.

    "I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the light
    All my pleas; denied
    By my psychological enemy
    The inner light unseen"

    we can feal that there is something more than this reality, but the social lines keep us tied to here and now (jobs, family...)

    "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. (the new disease is the fear of loosing the grip on reality)
    A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean."

    A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability

    the only way out from this condition of DISability (to see the light) is death.

    so we are put on trail, and we are sentansed guilty...

    "I... I was never reprieved
    Now I know the sentence of me exquisite,
    internal machinery of torture "
    coprophaguson August 18, 2009   Link

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