Il testo della The exquisite machinery of torture

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