I-this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene.
I- to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life.
Blind- these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form.
I-this furnace of limitless hate.Bestial, pure.
The pendulum swings semi-attached to the centre of all
I drug these minds into ruin and contempt -the acid smoke of burning souls.
This is an anomaly.Disabled. What is true?
Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness.
The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail?
I see through the eyes of the blind.
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am.
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust.
Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe-Impales this twilight.
Fear aligns.Sadistic me. Meant to devour.Despair.
Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.
A snail along a straight razor-dividing itself through motion.
I charge this feeble product of god.
Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions.
Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation.
Solitude is splendor has been rivalled.
Shrouds stained with tarblack vomit.
Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses.
The strain of armageddon evolves.
Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos.
I devour this manure of existence -infertile,barren,whole.
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith.
Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted.
A witness to the savage carnage.A frenzy of animosity.
The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation.
The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread.
Conception derived from misconceptions.
The dimensionless features of thruth.
Silence in the core of undoing.
Untie its knots and set it loose.
The inertia of my existence is clear.
Premutations of slaughtered worlds.
I alone will behold the dying sky.
A servant of eternity.
Progress finally, emergence of doom complete.
Here only to reverse the flow of life.
I- to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life.
Blind- these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form.
I-this furnace of limitless hate.Bestial, pure.
I drug these minds into ruin and contempt -the acid smoke of burning souls.
Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness.
I see through the eyes of the blind.
Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am.
The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness-willing it to dust.
Fear aligns.Sadistic me. Meant to devour.Despair.
Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.
I charge this feeble product of god.
Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions.
Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation.
Shrouds stained with tarblack vomit.
Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses.
The strain of armageddon evolves.
I devour this manure of existence -infertile,barren,whole.
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith.
A witness to the savage carnage.A frenzy of animosity.
The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation.
The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread.
The dimensionless features of thruth.
Silence in the core of undoing.
Untie its knots and set it loose.
Premutations of slaughtered worlds.
I alone will behold the dying sky.
A servant of eternity.
Here only to reverse the flow of life.
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To echo something I posted on the meshuggah forums:
Reading the lyrics cements how much I sounds like/is about the end of the world via a black hole. "Meant to devour"? Hell this entire part:
"Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos
I devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren, whole
Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith "
What's even better is listening to Sol Niger W and then Within (Fredrik Thordendal's solo album) I. They're almost two sides of the same coin, figuratively. This is the soundtrack of a fucking black hole.
Btw, these lyrics are missing the whispered lyrics and the lyrics after 13:33. These are the missing lyrics as near as I can tell:
whispering part (12:00): I... am the nihilist not the lunatic driven by the dying light I pounce obliterating them unknown unresting I... enter the echoes of despair
Not exactly sure those are correct, but they're close.
13:33
Miracles inverted by default I reverse to devistate Soaking in the will to violate to castrate soiling the purpous of mankind devistate my solemn hope (I know this is wrong... I just can't figure out what it is for the life of me) the organs switch the swinging (?) the beginning of the end
@FatherGanja pretty sure it's "the orgasmic" instead of the organs switch and "the splendid" not swinging.
@FatherGanja pretty sure it's "the orgasmic" instead of the organs switch and "the splendid" not swinging.
Humans are capable of creating great things, and also capable of complete destruction. This is sort of an ongoing debate of whether the character of the song is here to destroy.
That's my take on it, and I think Marten mentioned something to that extent in an interview, but put more of a deep religious/philosophy theme to it.
It consumes the excess, simply, laughing, and vomiting.
It consumes the excess, simply, laughing, and vomiting.
the self/ego description. just a processing thought right now
I think "I" could be the Devil. I won't go through it line for line to show why I think that, just read through the lyrics with that concept in mind and see what you think.
Bingo.
Bingo.
Which is to say that, yes, YOU are the Devil. Kill this vile sense of ramshackle "Self".
Which is to say that, yes, YOU are the Devil. Kill this vile sense of ramshackle "Self".
Ego.
Well...to open up discussion for this song, I must say it's the best piece of music Meshuggah has ever composed.
Now, what does it MEAN?
I can't believe there isn't more discussion about this song. Maybe it's not out yet but "somehow" i have heard it. Its their masterpiece!
Expaned on the whole "I is a black hole" theory on the offical forums. Minute by minute.
http://www.tandjent.com/meshforum/viewtopic.php?t=10959&postdays=0&postorder=asc&vote=viewresult
This is their best ever, the drumming cannot be done by a human, it is so awesome !!!
I, this fractal illusion burning away all structure toward the obscene. I, to cleanse, to purge, to breach eternity and smother all life. Blind, these mortal men of clay, divine and dying in their harnessed form. I, this furnace of limitless hate. Bestial, pure.
The pendulum swings semiattached to the centre of all. I drug these minds into ruin and contempt - the acid smoke of burning souls.
This is an anomaly. Disabled. What is true? Not destined for incarceration, I crave my nothingness.
The illness that they whisper of, is that what makes me fail? I see through the eyes of the blind. Not clear what it is to be this self I dread, the immense, the rabid I am. The cogs turn, grinding away at ceaselessness - willing it to dust.
Re-disintegration. Convulse. A dead universe - impales the twilight. Fear aligns. Sadistic me. Meant to devour. Despair. Sickened by the fact that immortality is not mine to have.
A snail along a straight razor - dividing itself through motion. I charge this feeble product of God. Laughing, drenched in the bile of millions. Chewing on the stinking flesh of the crown of creation.
Solitude is splendor - has been rivalled. Shrouds stained with tar black vomit. Veiling the rotting eyes of the masses. The strain of armageddon evolves.
Shifting through worlds from chaos, to chaos, to chaos. I devour this manure of existence - infertile, barren, whole. Rancid redeemer. Virulent deterioration of faith.
Sacrilege in persona. In truth, fundamentally twisted. A witness to the savage carnage. A frenzy of animosity. The will to mutilate. Dominant deviation. The worship of the sick and degenerate will spread.
I, the nihilist, not the lunatic Ridden by a godlike being of doubt Obliterating all hope of escape I enter the echoes of despair
Miracles inverted by default, a reflex to devastate. Soaking in the will to violate, to castrate. Soiling the purpose of mankind. Deus ex machina on hold. The orgasmic, the splendid, the beginning of the end.
Conception derived from misconceptions. The dimensionless features of truth. Silence in the core of undoing. Untie its knots and set it loose.
The inertia of my existence is clear. Premutations of slaughtered worlds. I alone will behold the dying sky. A servant of eternity.
Progress finally, emergence of doom complete. Here only to reverse the flow of life. I...