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from Meshuggah - Rare Trax (2001)
Your words such unessential lies
Refract my barred-up eyes You all tell me I'm confined In my "shell of hallucinations" So try and make me realize Break my secure enclosure Just try and I know you'll make me laugh To hell with your damn comprehension You belabor me for past and present mishaps As if I had the might of alteration You've had your trips into my brain; I know you begrudge Now let me leave for my amenity So you see, you white-coated freak I don't need your allegations Instead, join me to sanity's end With my sweet needle of salvation Increasing needs Of my only friend The one I trust He runs in my veins Hides me away Under his soothing crust Madness reigns You're no longer in charge of my alluring illusions That takes me wherever i want, my Malnutriated malice Rises strong and makes me the ruler of Earth, wind and fire As reality fades, I'm a king on clouds The self-pity no longer runs in my veins; I'm a Malevolent revelation; please let me stay Give me more Left out, dragged down into emptiness Drowning in floods of misunderstanding Why do you all look aside? You're ripping my dignity away Inside, identity is leaking out Realization is catching up on me My needs bashes false immortality Into my affected being... Chaos Cravings of delight Slowly eats my soul Trapped within myself Defraying my own lies Bewalling my demise Deep penury... Internally I feel marred by errors, can't you see? My desires are calling for me The sovereign of abnegations Swings his feelers for a new relation Come, mesmerize my oppressive mind Tear apart these vehement cravings Give me something to live for, bring me back From my purgatory of obsessions Increasing needs Of my only friend The one I trust He runs in my veins Hides me away Under his soothing crust |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
Reaching for the inner bright, the very essence-sun of my dreaming bliss
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now, agony My crimson liquid so frantically spilled The ruby fluid of life unleashed Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes Their red pens drawing at random, at will A myriad pains begotten in their wake The bastard spawn of a mutinous self The regurgitation of my micro nemesis Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom Malfunction the means for its ascent Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul So futile any resisting tension As death-induced mechanics propel its growth The implement, the device of my extinction The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane The definitive scourge of its mockery The end-art instruments lethality attained Heed, it commands, heed my will Bleed, it says, bleed you will Falling into the clarity of undoing Scornful gods haggle for my soul Minds eye flickers and delegates as I let go Taunting whispers accompany my deletion A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper Chanting softly the song of depletion |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb I am no one now, agony My crimson liquid so frantically spilled The ruby fluid of life unleashed Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes Their red pens drawing at random, at will A myriad pains begotten in their wake The bastard spawn of a mutinous self The regurgitation of my micro nemesis Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom Malfunction the means for its ascent Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul So futile any resisting tension As death-induced mechanics propel its growth The implement, the device of my extinction The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane The definitive scourge of its mockery The end-art instruments lethality attained Heed, it commands, heed my will Bleed, it says, bleed you will Falling into the clarity of undoing Scornful gods haggle for my soul Minds eye flickers and delegates as I let go Taunting whispers accompany my deletion A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper Chanting softly the song of depletion |
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from Meshuggah - Rare Trax (2001)
Here we are to stay
We all can see the purblind day Assail the cause Defray the ogre, the insubordinates Restrained to live Bring me home Confronting mutants We are all bound to fall Mortality we see today, defrauds our dreams Approachable to die Sliced by their lies, secured morbidity Restrained to live Bring me home Confronting mutants We are bound to fall How many of the judges place a bet on me? What's there to be? MORIBUND IRREVERENCE What's there for us in this deranged society? Inanity CADAVEROUS MASTICATION SATURDAY They have saturday SATURDAY Now it's saturday SATURDAY They have saturday SATURDAY Now it's saturday YOU ARE INSANE How can you let there be such cruelty YOU ARE INSANE Now it's time for you to see Here we are to stay We all can see the purblind day Assail the cause Defray the ogre, the insubordinates Restrained to live Bring me home Confronting mutants We are bound to fall We are bound to fall |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Unbound to the pale and lifeless day
By the multicolored, multiform A spinning anti dream unthought Exceeding the obsolete reality Overheated inner shape generator Blowing every cerebral fuse Insanity filtered and systematized Feeding the tools of mind abuse Mind signal transmission peaked Distorted, bent, unrestrained Neuroreceivers short circuit System parameters over gained Nerve threads decoding the stream Of the reality inverting revolution The patterned untruth of non dream The closed eye visual delusion A frantic cellular race down The switchbacks of mind Throttling the existence engine A propulsion beyond all limit lines Convulsive thrusts of septic energy As infected cells collide Unleashing the video bacterial disease The sinew conducted pseudo vision Mind signal transmission peaked Distorted, bent, unrestrained Neuroreceivers short circuit System parameters over gained Nerve threads decoding the stream Of the reality-inverting revolution The patterned untruth of non dream The closed eye visual delusion Self unfolds like a disintegrating dream All revealed but the sinister cause My lying eyes come apart at the seams Still how could I ever regret the loss The self transformed into wave lengths Reverberating this unyielding dream Lost in this greedy illusion I'm forever devoured by the closed Eye visual delusion A twirling visual overload Explosions of terror and beauty Colors of fear and pain within Clash into unanything A spectra organic frenzy setting fire To the neuro highways of mind Revolving me away from time A soul now rendered unassigned |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity
No wondering whether this is it Clarity to brightly shining The images so painfully absolute No edges blurred on this awareness No unknown weights to tip the knowledge scales Eyes dilated to grasp it all As ever illusion of what we are fails An unquestionable picture, determined, complete Its crystalline lines untouched by doubt So vivid, so deprived of hesitation Shining in its evil splendor The burning hatred of ma A million degrees on display Human voracity delineated The demons in us all by fumes portrayed Stare, see, take in, grasp Comprehend, assimilate, behold your reflection Its framing, gold plated lies The canvas, hurting souls caught and weaved The artist, the human dream Incinerated, devoured, deceived |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity
No wondering whether this is it Clarity to brightly shining The images so painfully absolute No edges blurred on this awareness No unknown weights to tip the knowledge scales Eyes dilated to grasp it all As ever illusion of what we are fails An unquestionable picture, determined, complete Its crystalline lines untouched by doubt So vivid, so deprived of hesitation Shining in its evil splendor The burning hatred of ma A million degrees on display Human voracity delineated The demons in us all by fumes portrayed Stare, see, take in, grasp Comprehend, assimilate, behold your reflection Its framing, gold plated lies The canvas, hurting souls caught and weaved The artist, the human dream Incinerated, devoured, deceived |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
A stale organic cage.
Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: Me. The user of my face; Beneath it's guise I rot. A paradox in terms. Interconnected, fused. My words are it's thoughts. I now share myself with my reflection. Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Coalescence done. The merging complete. The sentence carried out. The confluence, Our interwound flows; Surges not to be fused. In this mental cage we absorb ourselves. The only certainty is my suffering. My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation. A struggle all in vain, We're both the same. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Gone is all my hope, All my vain illusions. Deceived, I dwell in me, In the core of my agony. I fade in this duress, I'm weakening. The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul. Into the core of self, The neuro-axis, I fade. Within the fading core of self, I am..... Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing. |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
A stale organic cage.
Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: Me. The user of my face; Beneath it's guise I rot. A paradox in terms. Interconnected, fused. My words are it's thoughts. I now share myself with my reflection. Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Coalescence done. The merging complete. The sentence carried out. The confluence, Our interwound flows; Surges not to be fused. In this mental cage we absorb ourselves. The only certainty is my suffering. My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation. A struggle all in vain, We're both the same. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Gone is all my hope, All my vain illusions. Deceived, I dwell in me, In the core of my agony. I fade in this duress, I'm weakening. The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul. Into the core of self, The neuro-axis, I fade. Within the fading core of self, I am..... Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing. |
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from Meshuggah - Rare Trax (2001)
A stale organic cage.
Incarceration. I'm in the stranger: Me. The user of my face; Beneath it's guise I rot. A paradox in terms. Interconnected, fused. My words are it's thoughts. I now share myself with my reflection. Straining to divide our twined formation. Duality within singularity. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Coalescence done. The merging complete. The sentence carried out. The confluence, Our interwound flows; Surges not to be fused. In this mental cage we absorb ourselves. The only certainty is my suffering. My mind in constant pleas for an end to this concatenation. A struggle all in vain, We're both the same. Plug me in, re-connect me to myself. Plug me in, re-connect me to my soul. Gone is all my hope, All my vain illusions. Deceived, I dwell in me, In the core of my agony. I fade in this duress, I'm weakening. The one who claimed my front is now the claimant of my soul. Into the core of self, The neuro-axis, I fade. Within the fading core of self, I am..... Gone-bound, lost, away, phased out, non-existing. |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly; Fold, Unfold. Bend, Shift Color. Always Turning Our Backs To The Wind. Deaf To The Inner Voices Screaming. Purpose, Profit, Act Only To Gain. Blistered Tounges From Licking Greedward. Taste The Enemy. Throw Up Their Means. Swallow The Bits That Fit Your Needs. Keep Your Eyes Searching In All Directions, Scanning For Opportunities Off You Go. Begin Your Climb. Aim For The Topmost Twig Of Lies. Put On A Shape To Pass Undisturbed. Pick A Color To Blend With Surroundings. Choose A Voice Suiting, Appropriate For The Never Benignant Purpose. Spin Your Eyes To Read The Court. Smoothen Your Path Before The Start Even Out, Fill The Holes With The Toxic Clay Of Your Rotting Heart. A Contagious Neuro-Ego-Disease. A Virus Sticking To Liars. We're The Self-Centered Fuel To Boost The New Strain Of Fire. Adapting, Shifting, Lacking Opinion. Our Numbers Exceeding The Billions. Everly Walking Among Ourselves Down The Corridor Of Chameleons. Continue Through The Skein Of Boughs, Navigate To Keep You Straight On Track. Make The Right Ramification-Turns. Conceit Will Be Your Allied Guide. Climb The Hierarchy Ladders Invisibly, Veiled By The Canvas Of Putrid Dreams. Every Obstacle Surmountable To The Clouded Vision You've Conceived. Scan The Wall Of Truth For Cracks. Your Prey: The Secrets Hiding Therein. Feed Upon Its Nourishing Intestines To Bring You Forth In The "Game" With Every Single Step Taken On The Road Of Games Called Success, There's A Fee For Every Lie. The Currency: Your Dissolving Integrity. Will You Make It To The Top Of The Tree? Is The Fortune There To Be Found? Chameleons Are A Short-Lived Breed. Maybe Fate Will Find You Dead On The Ground. (Fate Will Tell.....) |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly; Fold, Unfold. Bend, Shift Color. Always Turning Our Backs To The Wind. Deaf To The Inner Voices Screaming. Purpose, Profit, Act Only To Gain. Blistered Tounges From Licking Greedward. Taste The Enemy. Throw Up Their Means. Swallow The Bits That Fit Your Needs. Keep Your Eyes Searching In All Directions, Scanning For Opportunities Off You Go. Begin Your Climb. Aim For The Topmost Twig Of Lies. Put On A Shape To Pass Undisturbed. Pick A Color To Blend With Surroundings. Choose A Voice Suiting, Appropriate For The Never Benignant Purpose. Spin Your Eyes To Read The Court. Smoothen Your Path Before The Start Even Out, Fill The Holes With The Toxic Clay Of Your Rotting Heart. A Contagious Neuro-Ego-Disease. A Virus Sticking To Liars. We're The Self-Centered Fuel To Boost The New Strain Of Fire. Adapting, Shifting, Lacking Opinion. Our Numbers Exceeding The Billions. Everly Walking Among Ourselves Down The Corridor Of Chameleons. Continue Through The Skein Of Boughs, Navigate To Keep You Straight On Track. Make The Right Ramification-Turns. Conceit Will Be Your Allied Guide. Climb The Hierarchy Ladders Invisibly, Veiled By The Canvas Of Putrid Dreams. Every Obstacle Surmountable To The Clouded Vision You've Conceived. Scan The Wall Of Truth For Cracks. Your Prey: The Secrets Hiding Therein. Feed Upon Its Nourishing Intestines To Bring You Forth In The "Game" With Every Single Step Taken On The Road Of Games Called Success, There's A Fee For Every Lie. The Currency: Your Dissolving Integrity. Will You Make It To The Top Of The Tree? Is The Fortune There To Be Found? Chameleons Are A Short-Lived Breed. Maybe Fate Will Find You Dead On The Ground. (Fate Will Tell.....) |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
Dancers to a Discordant system
Listen to the hidden tune The essence of lies in note defined As we dance to the dissonant sway The choreography refined Will subdued and shackled Reason washed aside Pledging our love to the chains Our ignorance ever amplified Blooded hands lead the waltz We're trapped in the out of tune swirl Still we set the show on continue mode And dance to a discordant system We accept the nails we're fed Lies sharpened to bleed us silent Muted from the pains Defiance employed in vain Any attempts to leave the dance Invisibly suppressed Questions unasked, we learn the steps Eyes shut like all the rest Unsuspecting, willing, blind, controllable herd Pawns in a covert game conducted by hands we trust Dominated, compliant and deceptable Confident that we matter, we don't see that we're but dust Committed to a lie we cannot see, cannot know nor comprehend We're all asinine drones kept in the dark, kept in line Confined, bereft of reason Withering in toxicity The deadly fumes deceit And we all reek of complicity Humbled, brought to our knees By the weight of our own guilt Our innocent ways the catalyst To injustice and inhumanity We dance, to appease Compete in stupidity Obscured faces file our points Numbers fed to the machine Still we stand in line for the next show The human spine liquefied What are we, but stupefied Dancers to a discordant system We believe, so we're misled We assume, so we're played We confide, so we're deceived We trust, so we're betrayed |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
A new level reached, where the absence of air lets me breathe
I'm inverted electrical impulses. A malfunctioning death-code incomplete All things before me, at first unliving glimpse undeciphered Its semantics rid of logic. Nothing is all. All is contradiction Grinding, churning, the sweetest ever noises Decode me into their non-communication A soundtrack to my failure, one syllable, one vowel A stagnant of endings. Un-time unbound. Merging to from the multi-none A sickly dance of matter, malignantly benign. Greeting the chasm - unbearable, sublime |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
Me... the paragon of fear, an immobile skin of tangled nerves exposed
Hastily clawing my way into the darkest of my inner scenes of torture I stay my breath to escape this slavery I stay my breath to re-awake and face it encore The struggle to free myself of restraints, becomes my very shackles |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated.
Decomposing bits of organic matter, brought to life, revived. A fluid, limbless, sickening shape, a faltering semi-floating cluster. Its sole purpose of creation; To burst the imagination blood surge. Defying the mould of human flesh. Smashing the wall of beliefs. A sight to bring insanity to all dimensional reality. Carved from thoughts unthought into a graphic, visible delusion of life. A twisted display of dehumanized features, by cells reflected, refracted. A frantic dancing of particles, in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh; Swirling to project the illusion of shape, form, dimension and mass. (Eyes not made for watching. Thousand watt obsidian bulbs; Reflective, obversed. The only view is the barren self) A walking translucent entity. Void, suspended. Inviolate by rules, all standards of existence. An electrified vapor-cloud. A skein of bone and tissue. An atrocity, a liquid form unshaped to the organic norm. A mind not filled with thoughts, but a random flickering static. A soulless creature un-alive; I'm the un-human elastic. |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Assembled from dead incompatible pieces; Livid fragments regenerated.
Decomposing bits of organic matter, brought to life, revived. A fluid, limbless, sickening shape, a faltering semi-floating cluster. Its sole purpose of creation; To burst the imagination blood surge. Defying the mould of human flesh. Smashing the wall of beliefs. A sight to bring insanity to all dimensional reality. Carved from thoughts unthought into a graphic, visible delusion of life. A twisted display of dehumanized features, by cells reflected, refracted. A frantic dancing of particles, in pathetic attempt at rendering flesh; Swirling to project the illusion of shape, form, dimension and mass. (Eyes not made for watching. Thousand watt obsidian bulbs; Reflective, obversed. The only view is the barren self) A walking translucent entity. Void, suspended. Inviolate by rules, all standards of existence. An electrified vapor-cloud. A skein of bone and tissue. An atrocity, a liquid form unshaped to the organic norm. A mind not filled with thoughts, but a random flickering static. A soulless creature un-alive; I'm the un-human elastic. |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
Humanity peeled from our bones
Deprived of integuments that make us real Shadows of flesh to maintain the system Our own blood splashes as we kneel So meticulously machined Into these obedient devices Puppets, fine-tuned submissive drones Replicas of each other, clones We're dormant accumulations of flesh In a crimson filtered twilight Mute witnesses to the game Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight We're the fabric concealing the stains, The red tainted existence The gullibles to bless your sins away Rags to wipe your blooded trails We give in to the atrophy, To the twining of self-thought knowledge The purpose of the human mind reviled Everlasting ignorance realized The scarlet flood inundates our powerless thoughts Defenseless minds with lies overfed Every thought stained, defiled Painted the color, the shade of electric red |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Humanity peeled from our bones
Deprived of integuments that make us real Shadows of flesh to maintain the system Our own blood splashes as we kneel So meticulously machined Into these obedient devices Puppets, fine-tuned submissive drones Replicas of each other, clones We're dormant accumulations of flesh In a crimson filtered twilight Mute witnesses to the game Wrenches to keep the bolts of lies tight We're the fabric concealing the stains, The red tainted existence The gullibles to bless your sins away Rags to wipe your blooded trails We give in to the atrophy, To the twining of self-thought knowledge The purpose of the human mind reviled Everlasting ignorance realized The scarlet flood inundates our powerless thoughts Defenseless minds with lies overfed Every thought stained, defiled Painted the color, the shade of electric red |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
Mutiny of self. Insurrection games convincingly performed
Incapacitated by physical thoughts acting out the will of tendon and bone Have the bridges of insanity been crossed and forever retracted? Am I standing among a thousand selves? Is the multitude of laughters mine alone? |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Winds that shine a bright, blinding dark
Kerosene flames so cold they crack Suns that blow becalmed twisters Ferocity sleeping, nothingness stacked Intestines worn to shield the inward limbs Screams unheard, deafening thoughts Levitating ground, the solid water burns Liquid stone, the immobile turns Corrosion soothing the hurt within Surroundings reaching to touch your skin Progress in stalemate, death is alive Eyes and mind glint, glints collide Pains sending shivers of well being down your spine Sounds of healing crack your bones Lamentation carving into smiling faces Surrounded by everyone, still you're all alone Wormholes set as halos over sinners' skulls Leaves chasing the fallen air away A lifetime of needle-eyes too wide to escape Where honesty lies and angels betray Incisions mending the wounds within Surroundings breach the surface of your skin Progress in static, life has died Eyes and mind glint, glints collide Reincarnation trapped in a life span Corpses bolted to the ground arise Omni lights flooding your world with their darkness As your reflection turns its back to your eyes You've entered your self-created anti-paradise Your universe processed and tapped in jars Never ending insanity Down in the hell of mind, where glints collide |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
I'm The Concrete Leper Sickness Repulsion
Embodied But Hear The Sermon Escaping My Vermin Mouth You Might Even Stay With Me In The Dirt I'm Soaked In Putrid Sewage Risen From Empty Words To You A Legion Of Nausea I'm Your Sins I'm Your Crown Of Thorns I've Seen The Blood Of Generations The Ravenous Mouth Called System We're All Shaped By Vulgar Hands The Grip Of Hate And Lies The Sustenance To Our Bellicose Ways An Ignorance Almost Justified As The Gap Of Humanity Fraction Grows The Skull Of Life Lobotomized Hear Me I'm Ignominy There's No Renaissance In Bleeding No I've Flown A Million Minds Black In Despair The Liquids Of Uncertainty Spit Into Their Eyes Our Flesh Embedded In Counters Of Iniquity It Seems Like We Are All Just Merchandise Not Civilized No Words We Adapt In Our Silence Paralyzed To Changes Erasing The Last Denial Lines Attitudes Crucified Still We're Going On Crawling Toward Submissive Suicide |
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The scattered jigsaw of my redemption laid out before my eyes
Each piece as amorphous as the other ? Each piece in its lack of shape a lie |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
Iridescent to the searching eyes. I'm all things vivid in a world of grey
So easily spotted, so easily claimed in this domain where all is prey My thoughts a radiant beacon to the omnidirectional hunter-god radar I'm a markerlight of flesh to these subconscious carnivores I am them, I am teeth, I'm their arousal at the kill Feasting on self. A schizoreality warp. The contradiction fulfilled Focus the only means to see my back to life's unending swirl A reversal of passing away, as the world of dead, as away is now my origin |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude I'm the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own death Extradited to the gos of chance. The deities of all things random Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome world |
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from Meshuggah - Rare Trax (2001)
This could've been a good day
to enjoy how life can be But instead I wake up in myself look down ashamed to understand what we ignore insanity We wait for the problems to solve themselves What the fuck happens here... NOTHING Slovenry... DAMN SAVAGERY REACT We're slowly drowning in our own mistakes... DEEPER Drowning... BREATHING UNDERWATER-DEATH HELP... I wish I felt much better Feels like I'm dying inside By murdering this world we'll all commit...SUICIDE Search my mind for reasons to this uncured depression This void of emptyness prevails What the fuck happens here NOTHING Slovenry... DAMN SAVAGERY REACT We're slowly drowning in our own mistakes... DEEPER Drowning... BREATHING UNDERWATER-DEATH HELP... WILL SOMEONE HELP ME You know it yourself, nobody gives a damn WHY Because our dreams are left behind WAKE Numbed PAIN, I'm NULL, feeling ILL...Internally Truth GONE, lies HERE, Crushed LIFE...Don't interfere I'm TRAPPED, Wiped OUT, I'm DEAD...Eternally Mind CLOSED, Torn SOUL, Life ENDS...I'm dying here... What am I doing here on this earth. Why am I still awake, has someone heard. What brought me here to this false humanity, Why am I bound to this deranged deformity? I'M DYING HERE |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
The void clenches its determined jaws
A lethargic, careless motion to kill Monstrous, prodigious, indifferent Slow and deliberate its torturous skills Its molars grind and shatter Onerous, leaden bringers of hurt Unhurried in its deadly intent The undoer of all, dense and inert Its design perfected through aeon's Pure, immaculate, clean, homicidal god-machine Calm, precise ambition Untroubled by the roar of unending screams, The droning blare of absolute doom The down-pitched moan of collapsing dreams Composed, cold, unconditional Uncompromising till all is death Extinction, ruin, its malicious cause Till the last exhalation of human breath |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
The void clenches its determined jaws
A lethargic, careless motion to kill Monstrous, prodigious, indifferent Slow and deliberate its torturous skills Its molars grind and shatter Onerous, leaden bringers of hurt Unhurried in its deadly intent The undoer of all, dense and inert Its design perfected through aeon's Pure, immaculate, clean, homicidal god-machine Calm, precise ambition Untroubled by the roar of unending screams, The droning blare of absolute doom The down-pitched moan of collapsing dreams Composed, cold, unconditional Uncompromising till all is death Extinction, ruin, its malicious cause Till the last exhalation of human breath |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within
The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen Trecherous this deceit to make no choice matter To have and yet lose yourself until finally all reasons why are forgotten To live through ones own shadow, mute and blinded - is to really see Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Drowned in this screaming silence
Embraced by shadows, they tear me The wormholes free my eyes The blood boils, it knows My thoughts burn as minds liquefy, vaporize Reality scorched by this fixed state All beginnings slain by ends I seep down into the black to breathe Drifting to merge with the past My tongue licks the residue of the future Bitter taste, the wombs of claws call me Filth rips them open, the stillborn start to move Lidless eyes twitching beneath a sheet of rot They reach out, they want to kiss, it matters not |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Subdued And Repressed.
A Son Of The Vortex In Faceless Progress, Coaxing, Tugging, Grinding. So Elevated So God. Refit This Vessel Of Confusion To Bring The Eloquence Of The Mute. Incorporate This Forfeit Cause, Assimilate And Fake It Mine. I Bow My Head And Taste The Lies That I'm Fed, All To Claim My Reward. Master And Servant. One For All And All For None. Ignorant To The Distant Hymns Of Chaos, The Progressive Stand Before Me. Their Eyes Fixed In The Distance, Default To Conform To The New. They Animate Me. In Confidence I Thrive. My Reign: Supremacy. I Speak No Word Unheard. Re-Motivate Me. I'm All There Is To Be. An Omnipotent Being So Complete In My Diversity. Ripples Race Across My Eyes. Breaking Out In Acid Sweat. Wills Shrivel And Crack. Disintegration Of My Inner Self. I Find The Substance Lost. A Shed Shell Of A Being Of Disgust. Done Is The Cleansing. Complete Is The Surgery Of The Soul. Step Inside And Taste The Shackling Thoughts That Devour All Confidence. Realizing I'm Lost. Being No More Than A Mutt With A Fake Pedigree. Stillborn Soul Shaped And Molded. I Can Live An Eternity In A Minute's Time. A Borrowed Talent Filled With Copied Goals. The Carcass Of Hope Lies Dead Beneath The Fabric Of Dreams. Facing The Truth Within The Mirror Of Souls - Ha Ha This Is What I've Become. Always Been In This Emancipated State. Submerged, Battered And Numb. Just A Mindscape Fit For Illusion To Make Fear Into Reign And Fulfillment Of Pain. Kneeling In Perm The Minions Of The Inside Claim Me Re-Animate, Me Cause I Was Once Alive. Defeat Smears Out My Focus. Consciousness Subsides Unmotivated. Beheld By Scorching Eyes. Infinity Stares Back At Me. The Surging Darkness Coils To Strike |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Subdued And Repressed.
A Son Of The Vortex In Faceless Progress, Coaxing, Tugging, Grinding. So Elevated So God. Refit This Vessel Of Confusion To Bring The Eloquence Of The Mute. Incorporate This Forfeit Cause, Assimilate And Fake It Mine. I Bow My Head And Taste The Lies That I'm Fed, All To Claim My Reward. Master And Servant. One For All And All For None. Ignorant To The Distant Hymns Of Chaos, The Progressive Stand Before Me. Their Eyes Fixed In The Distance, Default To Conform To The New. They Animate Me. In Confidence I Thrive. My Reign: Supremacy. I Speak No Word Unheard. Re-Motivate Me. I'm All There Is To Be. An Omnipotent Being So Complete In My Diversity. Ripples Race Across My Eyes. Breaking Out In Acid Sweat. Wills Shrivel And Crack. Disintegration Of My Inner Self. I Find The Substance Lost. A Shed Shell Of A Being Of Disgust. Done Is The Cleansing. Complete Is The Surgery Of The Soul. Step Inside And Taste The Shackling Thoughts That Devour All Confidence. Realizing I'm Lost. Being No More Than A Mutt With A Fake Pedigree. Stillborn Soul Shaped And Molded. I Can Live An Eternity In A Minute's Time. A Borrowed Talent Filled With Copied Goals. The Carcass Of Hope Lies Dead Beneath The Fabric Of Dreams. Facing The Truth Within The Mirror Of Souls - Ha Ha This Is What I've Become. Always Been In This Emancipated State. Submerged, Battered And Numb. Just A Mindscape Fit For Illusion To Make Fear Into Reign And Fulfillment Of Pain. Kneeling In Perm The Minions Of The Inside Claim Me Re-Animate, Me Cause I Was Once Alive. Defeat Smears Out My Focus. Consciousness Subsides Unmotivated. Beheld By Scorching Eyes. Infinity Stares Back At Me. The Surging Darkness Coils To Strike |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
I'm a carnal, organic anagram. human flesh instead of written letters.
I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise. I replace. I'm reformed. I eradicate the fake pre-present me. Elevate me to a higher human form. The characters i am, made into a word complete, then i'll be the new norm. Self inflicted fractures; I replace my bones with bars. Aluminum bleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins. My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction. Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs to save me from the dues of inhalation. I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears. Non-receptive of ungodly sounds - I disable the audio-generators of fear. Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence; Without speech there will be no deceit Baptized in vitriolic acid, a final touch, a smoothing of features. Completion of the greatest art; to cast the godly creatures. Humans, once astray; made divine, stripped of congenital flaws. We're incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms. Disciples! Come join with me to save a failed humanity. Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity. Behold! A sacrificial race a cleansing worshipping of pain. The new millenium christ here to redeem all from lies. |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
I'm a carnal, organic anagram. human flesh instead of written letters.
I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I incise. I replace. I'm reformed. I eradicate the fake pre-present me. Elevate me to a higher human form. The characters i am, made into a word complete, then i'll be the new norm. Self inflicted fractures; I replace my bones with bars. Aluminum bleeding oxide; the drug of gods into my pounding veins. My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses; blindness induced to prevent destruction. Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs to save me from the dues of inhalation. I tear my worldly useless skin. Staples to pin it over my ears. Non-receptive of ungodly sounds - I disable the audio-generators of fear. Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth, sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence; Without speech there will be no deceit Baptized in vitriolic acid, a final touch, a smoothing of features. Completion of the greatest art; to cast the godly creatures. Humans, once astray; made divine, stripped of congenital flaws. We're incandescent revelations in a world of darkened forms. Disciples! Come join with me to save a failed humanity. Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity. Behold! A sacrificial race a cleansing worshipping of pain. The new millenium christ here to redeem all from lies. |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
A state of perfection, immersed in filth
Equilibrium obtained Pure in devotion to all things unwell This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained A new belief-system salvation found in vomit and blood Where deprivation, lies, corruption, war and pain is god Balance Harmony found in the sickly, the vile Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleaming Intense in their need to watch things die A new belief-system Salvation found in vomit and blood Where deprivation, lies, Corruption, war and pain is god Decay, disgrace, disgust, our state of Zen The grime of contempt and degeneration, Sticky, foul and pungent The sediment of our creation We flourish in this blood-red soil |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
The glued-on sheet of self control
The pity of sense of sanity Cracking at the seams Torn from my reality The motion of thoughts subdued Overcome, suppressed by terror The mouth of fear overfed By dread beyond measure Pounding waves of overload Running through my every nerve Will reduced to nothingness My system overturned My mind resigns to defeat Internal razors activated Slashing through unprocessed thought The severance of self complete Heartbeats hammering at the sight A revelation to wrap my soul in fear Blinded by the never light As I stare into my organic shadow The bin of repressed emotions crammed Limits of pain by far exceeded I stare into the blank The mantra of dead silence repeated Hear me, find me Save me, the dead me Shallow breathing Eyes not shut, not open By fear silenced Incantations never spoken This hell of vacuum abound With the chanting whispers of the mute Exposed to the wrath of never sound The words of my organic shadow |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite
An unending fit of resentment and anger Caught in a moment of unforgiveness In the snapshot of a hate filled second The speechless flickering of uncomprehending eyes Dilated in disbelief Your vacant gaze distorted Twisted in its accusing glare Teeth glimmering in emotional rage Spit of hate suspended mid-air Bodies strained in fury Devoured by jaws of despair One single image frame I wish to forget Now replayed in succession of millions The one second I will always regret My hell found in its reiteration Held within the visualization The continuous rerun of my own violence A fraction of time perpetuated By my regretful soul animated Please forgive the evil in me The darkness within Ferocious, inherent demon Adrenaline gland resident Threatened subconscious snake Repressed into striking coil Surfacing that black second Ascending with the boil |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Trapped in a ceaseless fever of spite
An unending fit of resentment and anger Caught in a moment of unforgiveness In the snapshot of a hate filled second The speechless flickering of uncomprehending eyes Dilated in disbelief Your vacant gaze distorted Twisted in its accusing glare Teeth glimmering in emotional rage Spit of hate suspended mid-air Bodies strained in fury Devoured by jaws of despair One single image frame I wish to forget Now replayed in succession of millions The one second I will always regret My hell found in its reiteration Held within the visualization The continuous rerun of my own violence A fraction of time perpetuated By my regretful soul animated Please forgive the evil in me The darkness within Ferocious, inherent demon Adrenaline gland resident Threatened subconscious snake Repressed into striking coil Surfacing that black second Ascending with the boil |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
A lie to maintain equilibrium, to hold me in this dead realm - this last ever dream
I'm the thought that never crossed my mind - disguised in the evident. Forever unredeemed |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
How come I shiver, hurt and bleed,
If in dreams I cannot truly feel Who would dare say, who would claim This hallucination isn't real Synaptical glitch looking glass So enticing, real and free of lies Prodigious, omnifarious In nourishes, it feeds my starving eyes Artificial the catalyst Organic its progeny Voracious spectral offspring So sweet in its hunger Unbound this new vision Optical regenesis Threatening, so complete in beautiful deformity These authoritive visions order my collective senses, My questioning, doubtful, rigid self to kneel A judas syndrome in effect Former self the deceiver Its denial the wretched kiss That kept this in disguise Cast off, the conceiling veil, The rational cloak of doubt Torn off, the restraints, The blinded's shackles Burned away, the agony, the fear, the grief A new set of eyes cleansed by a new belief |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
Drooling floods of Led
Armed with distorted belief Sharp munition spat from our minds Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire Black, acidic bile Seeping wounds of shattered souls Still not pissing out fast enough To quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry Vile, ever-menacing intent Repulsive belligerence shot from toxic minds Blatant disregard for all but self Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign Iterate, repeat these my words Recite the mantra of late I will corrupt and impair Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate Souls born with hateful intent The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies By the poisoned nails of history stung If granted the will to injure If granted the will to harm The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Drooling floods of Led
Armed with distorted belief Sharp munition spat from our minds Malignancy-rounds, automatic fire Black, acidic bile Seeping wounds of shattered souls Still not pissing out fast enough To quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry Vile, ever-menacing intent Repulsive belligerence shot from toxic minds Blatant disregard for all but self Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign Iterate, repeat these my words Recite the mantra of late I will corrupt and impair Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate Souls born with hateful intent The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies By the poisoned nails of history stung If granted the will to injure If granted the will to harm The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Squint your eyes to see clearly. Blur reality to make it real Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed We've all been blinded - Subjects to visual misinformation A systematic denial of the crystalline To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words The context of parallel truth - Devoid of fragmentation Our light-induced image of truth - Filtered blank of its substance As our eyes won't adhere to intuitive lines Everything examined, Separated, one thing at a time The harder we stare the more complete the disintegration. -Dissolution Eyes re-opened, Reasoning focalized, Receptors activated Perspectives distorted The ladder beyond our grasp The twin-headed serpent forever hidden Where's the true knowledge - Where engines of the sane |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Squint your eyes to see clearly. Blur reality to make
it real Let focus go from your deceiving eyes to know what's been concealed We've all been blinded - Subjects to visual misinformation A systematic denial of the crystalline To see the fine grain, to read the hidden words The context of parallel truth - Devoid of fragmentation Our light-induced image of truth - Filtered blank of its substance As our eyes won't adhere to intuitive lines Everything examined, Separated, one thing at a time The harder we stare the more complete the disintegration. -Dissolution Eyes re-opened, Reasoning focalized, Receptors activated Perspectives distorted The ladder beyond our grasp The twin-headed serpent forever hidden Where's the true knowledge - Where engines of the sane |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
My ignorance cast in the mold of all things absolute
I sustain forever my gaze. A stare fixed on the distant oblivion Resting in the inverted state of being dead, non-sensory matter As all the earth, the wind, the fire, the sea behold and learn to pity me |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Come And Hear My Twisted Lies,
The Way I Bend And Falsify A Master Of Deception, User Of An Untrue Smile A Rapist Of The Truth, Adapting It To Fit My Cause I'm The Human Lie, A Sad Composition Of All Things Vile Come And Read My Tainted Lies. Lies. Come See My Wretched, Tainted Mind Bury, Cover Up, Repress. I Betray The People I "Possess" What Ever Enemy - I'll Disable With Mendacity I Make My Way, Extend My Ground, I Clear My Future-Path When It Comes To Joys, Manipulation Is My Game Of Choice How I Shine. I ... The Perfect Freak. Confide In Me Me... Believe In Me My Intentions Soon You Will See The Sway Of My Scheme, Imposed Upon All Come Follow Me, My Puppets To Be, I'll Attach My Strings, Manipulation Begins Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me I'm The Way, I'm The Truth Gather With Me, I'm The Future Guide Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Gather With Me, Join My Ministry I'm The Way, The Future Guide I'm The Self-Acclaimed God Of Wicked Games Sinister, Repugnant Bringer Of Pain |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
Come And Hear My Twisted Lies,
The Way I Bend And Falsify A Master Of Deception, User Of An Untrue Smile A Rapist Of The Truth, Adapting It To Fit My Cause I'm The Human Lie, A Sad Composition Of All Things Vile Come And Read My Tainted Lies. Lies. Come See My Wretched, Tainted Mind Bury, Cover Up, Repress. I Betray The People I "Possess" What Ever Enemy - I'll Disable With Mendacity I Make My Way, Extend My Ground, I Clear My Future-Path When It Comes To Joys, Manipulation Is My Game Of Choice How I Shine. I ... The Perfect Freak. Confide In Me Me... Believe In Me My Intentions Soon You Will See The Sway Of My Scheme, Imposed Upon All Come Follow Me, My Puppets To Be, I'll Attach My Strings, Manipulation Begins Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me I'm The Way, I'm The Truth Gather With Me, I'm The Future Guide Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Sane Me Gather With Me, Join My Ministry I'm The Way, The Future Guide I'm The Self-Acclaimed God Of Wicked Games Sinister, Repugnant Bringer Of Pain |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
I float through physical thoughts
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Stroboscopic contortion, assault
Light bulb language translated into fits Codes of tendon flickers I can't grasp Focus lost as I writhe and twitch Random beats of blinding shock waves Erratic suns that twist my eyes Flashes pounding at my thoughts As the intrinsic pains multiply Muscle and tissue twined with every violent lash Battered by an unrelenting shine Immobilized by the increasing pains The procreating agonies of system breakdown Light wave frequency, body oscillation Undeciphered motions pass through my flesh Bodily reverberation induced A corporeal system lost in its waves Bleached into their existence By tremulous epileptic strokes Blasts of irregular pulsar radiation Triggering the process of mind and body control Lost to their control A sentence, in flashes told Enticed by their calls Insane, divine Torn, undone, dissolved By incandescent gods condemned Burned their mark on my soul To my inverted shadow confined Twisted, spun vertebras And spinal column unaligned Joints shattered and torn apart Spasm rendered distortion Organic spiral stretched And torn into a new creation A world less thing, a thing less world Light born malformation |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile The temporary elusive goal. To reach the solace to feed once more Upon the synthetic reaper of loss. No matter the outcome the cost Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls Of your defiled, flesh made temple with it's closing walls Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow, you kneel Once superior now a docile pet at chaos feet Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all the hurt recedes Your past a blurry patch in mind. Your future once: now thin dreams filed Towards the lights of need you strive, To drink into your vein the shine. Beaten to the unforgiving ground. Lashed into submission, By the inner starving demon. By it's unrelenting hand Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow. You kneel to the syringe Answering only to the authorities of sedation. Their calls the only ones heeded A worn out soldier touched by their contagion. A battered drone at their feet You're the only one betrayed. An outcast set afire by your inner war Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned from within your core. |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
Lacerating pains of degeneration speed through your trembling mind
Still, in machine-like strife you gain another mile The temporary elusive goal. To reach the solace to feed once more Upon the synthetic reaper of loss. No matter the outcome the cost Cold and stinging needs tearing through the halls Of your defiled, flesh made temple with it's closing walls Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow, you kneel Once superior now a docile pet at chaos feet Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all the hurt recedes Your past a blurry patch in mind. Your future once: now thin dreams filed Towards the lights of need you strive, To drink into your vein the shine. Beaten to the unforgiving ground. Lashed into submission, By the inner starving demon. By it's unrelenting hand Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow. You kneel to the syringe Answering only to the authorities of sedation. Their calls the only ones heeded A worn out soldier touched by their contagion. A battered drone at their feet You're the only one betrayed. An outcast set afire by your inner war Your burning self so far astray. A combustion fanned from within your core. |
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from Meshuggah - Nothin (2002)
What solace lies in the arms of fate
The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destiny-claws Am I another of fate's possessions Dwelling the lie of freedom Just another straw pulled at random Reclaimed by deceiving time A silent judgment I can not overrule Drawn back into the origin-vortex Uprooted and ground to dust Retracted into anti-existence A magnet repelled by life's polarity Denied the self control of fate We flow suspended in semi-life Until the ever imminent day When oblivion claims our breath Nowhere indefinitely Not dead, not alive Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry As will and fate divide Have I appeased the gods of fate Am I allowed another day Must I die to escape The scanning eyes of death |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
What solace lies in the arms of fate
The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destiny-claws Am I another of fate's possessions Dwelling the lie of freedom Just another straw pulled at random Reclaimed by deceiving time A silent judgment I can not overrule Drawn back into the origin-vortex Uprooted and ground to dust Retracted into anti-existence A magnet repelled by life's polarity Denied the self control of fate We flow suspended in semi-life Until the ever imminent day When oblivion claims our breath Nowhere indefinitely Not dead, not alive Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry As will and fate divide Have I appeased the gods of fate Am I allowed another day Must I die to escape The scanning eyes of death |
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Vision will blind. Severance ties. Median am I. True are all lies
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
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 |
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from Meshuggah - Chaosphere (2001)
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 |
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from Meshuggah - Alive [live] (2010)
I'm The Shallow, The Superficial.
I'm The Common Man. Faithless, Narrow Minded, Indifferent, Impassive. A Sycophantic Leech. Tantamount To Disintegrity. I'm The Vulture Feeding On Malignancy. I'm The Sin, The Lecherous Sneering At Prostration. I Wallow In Disease. I Rejoice At Degradation. I Yawn At Misery. Spit At Others Happiness. An Advocate Of Manipulation. I Embrace The Sickening. I'm The Lost. I'm Average. I'm Common. I'm Infection. I'm Human. I'm Common A Worm Thriving In Seas Of Disgust. I'm Common. The Mouth Licking What You've Bled. I'm Common I'm The Pampered Degenerate. I Indulge My Inclinations The Only Words To My Attention Are Those That I My Self Create Disorder. Chaos. I Debar All Order, Repudiate All Purity. Infatuated By Contentment. I Laugh At Lies. Come Behold The Sickness In My Common Human Eyes. I'm The Greed. The Cynic. I'm The Indifferent Gaze. Mendacity, Betrayal; This Is Not A Phase Ebullient With Human Filth, Here I Am. Here I Stay. Flourishing In Our Disgrace. Blessed Be The Human Way |
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from Meshuggah - Catch 33 (2005)
Non-physical smothering, asphyxiation by oxygen hands
Drowning in the endless sky. An ever-downward dive, only to surface The sawage of indecision, on which all sense of self is afloat The vortex-acceleration a constant. Resolute in purpose its choking flow ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HAAKE, TOMAS / THORDENDAL, FREDRIK / KIDMAN, JENS / HAGSTROEM, MAARTEN <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Meshuggah - Obzen (2008)
Reality, this spiteful snake,
Rearing its ugly head Venom dripping from its grin As it tosses yet another obstacle in our way If given a thousand years to collect, To process, to portray We could never encompass the voracity Of one single day Trapping us in its winding, It's closing malignant cycles A tightening coil to bind us, Hold us tight in unforgiving embrace Its all-engulfing jaws, infinite, boundless Biting down on the dying flesh of hope Its fiery breath leveling, dismantling, Flattening, tearing down the structure of our dreams Overcome, defeated Terrified, shivering, mute Reality is terror, this truth is absolute Reality, this spiteful snake Shedding its smothering veil A shroud to asphyxiate, Exterminate, eradicate |
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