The Exquisite Machinery Of Torture
๐ต 2182 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:56 duration
๐ ID: 538815
๐ Lyrics
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.
(Chorus:) 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.
(Chorus:) 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:30.10] A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings.
[00:32.81] Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed
[00:36.04] A burning mass of emotions denied, enraged by years of silencing.
[00:39.60] An accumulation of feelings suppressed, returning to devour.
[00:42.94] Bright rays of chaos, generated by subconsciousness.
[00:47.12] A retribution by own thoughts; twisting the mind into fits
[00:50.57] Fuelled with pains unveiled. Burning with contamination.
[00:53.81] Set afire by disowned self-lies; they penetrate the eyes.
[00:57.43] I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload.
[01:02.52] Thoughts returning to think me away.
[01:04.74] I... Will I be reprieved,
[01:07.11] Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
[01:09.84] Internal machinery of torture
[01:13.48] The turmoil arises, from the innermost core of denial.
[01:16.81] Shining streams of putrefaction, reflugent with disease -
[01:19.98] In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation.
[01:23.78] A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability
[01:27.05] Minds lit like candles, by rejected senses and emotions.
[01:30.74] Tearing flames, born in mind; Creations of self deception.
[01:34.09] Strained, not to lose the grip - Humans locked in the new disease.
[01:37.84] A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean.
[01:39.81] (Chorus:) I... Am I the next?...
[02:25.39] I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the light
[02:30.45] All my pleas; denied
[02:33.12] By my psychological enemy
[02:38.22] The inner light unseen
[02:44.34] I... I'm deceived by my
[02:48.58] Receiving eyes; - susceptible
[02:51.64] To the endless killing-sights
[02:55.68] Consciousness fails the grip. Substance now decreasing
[02:58.94] Amorphous. Without shape - I'm vanishing; dematerialized
[03:02.04] My own corrosive thoughts - Probes armed with acid tools
[03:06.29] Disintegrated, I'm bleached out of reality
[03:09.79] Scattered bits internally; My last transparent remains;
[03:12.85] Floating objects inanimate; Spinning into my soul
[03:16.64] Defeated by my contents. Tables turned, I'm a thought repressed
[03:20.21] I'm swallowed into myself. Destination; nothingness
[03:23.23] I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload
[03:28.86] Thoughts returning to think me away
[03:31.55] I... Will I be reprieved
[03:33.25] Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
[03:35.70] Internal machinery of torture
[03:37.96] I... I've been the next. My self inflicted overload,
[03:43.20] My neglected thoughts have thought me undone.
[03:44.99] I... I was never reprieved
[03:47.76] Now I know the sentence of me exquisite,
[03:49.58] Internal machinery of torture
[03:52.17]
[00:32.81] Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed
[00:36.04] A burning mass of emotions denied, enraged by years of silencing.
[00:39.60] An accumulation of feelings suppressed, returning to devour.
[00:42.94] Bright rays of chaos, generated by subconsciousness.
[00:47.12] A retribution by own thoughts; twisting the mind into fits
[00:50.57] Fuelled with pains unveiled. Burning with contamination.
[00:53.81] Set afire by disowned self-lies; they penetrate the eyes.
[00:57.43] I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload.
[01:02.52] Thoughts returning to think me away.
[01:04.74] I... Will I be reprieved,
[01:07.11] Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
[01:09.84] Internal machinery of torture
[01:13.48] The turmoil arises, from the innermost core of denial.
[01:16.81] Shining streams of putrefaction, reflugent with disease -
[01:19.98] In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation.
[01:23.78] A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability
[01:27.05] Minds lit like candles, by rejected senses and emotions.
[01:30.74] Tearing flames, born in mind; Creations of self deception.
[01:34.09] Strained, not to lose the grip - Humans locked in the new disease.
[01:37.84] A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean.
[01:39.81] (Chorus:) I... Am I the next?...
[02:25.39] I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the light
[02:30.45] All my pleas; denied
[02:33.12] By my psychological enemy
[02:38.22] The inner light unseen
[02:44.34] I... I'm deceived by my
[02:48.58] Receiving eyes; - susceptible
[02:51.64] To the endless killing-sights
[02:55.68] Consciousness fails the grip. Substance now decreasing
[02:58.94] Amorphous. Without shape - I'm vanishing; dematerialized
[03:02.04] My own corrosive thoughts - Probes armed with acid tools
[03:06.29] Disintegrated, I'm bleached out of reality
[03:09.79] Scattered bits internally; My last transparent remains;
[03:12.85] Floating objects inanimate; Spinning into my soul
[03:16.64] Defeated by my contents. Tables turned, I'm a thought repressed
[03:20.21] I'm swallowed into myself. Destination; nothingness
[03:23.23] I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload
[03:28.86] Thoughts returning to think me away
[03:31.55] I... Will I be reprieved
[03:33.25] Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
[03:35.70] Internal machinery of torture
[03:37.96] I... I've been the next. My self inflicted overload,
[03:43.20] My neglected thoughts have thought me undone.
[03:44.99] I... I was never reprieved
[03:47.76] Now I know the sentence of me exquisite,
[03:49.58] Internal machinery of torture
[03:52.17]