In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
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
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
Lyrics submitted by DownedSystem
The Exquisite Machinery of Torture Lyrics as written by Tomas Haake Fredrik Thordendal
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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"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."
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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 "