Dismantling the clockwork that makes me the cynic
Pallet, wheel and click
The properties of my indifference
Reverse-engineering what makes it tick
Dissecting the finetuned mechanism
Rack and barrel, spring and pin
Its synchronous characteristics
To kill what makes it spin
Disassemble this machinery
Re-program these eyes, undo this design
Labelled and filed, each part indexed
Broken to pieces then thoroughly burned
Deconstruction of what I am
Buried to make sure he never returns
Taken apart, defused, blueprints turned to ashes
Eradicate the last remains, remnants of the insane
Disintegration, the destruction of me now imperative
To purge myself of this condition, complete this dissolution a necessity
Break this deceitful machine
A lie, what once I was, obsolete instrument
An outmoded contraption, a malfunctioning device
That callous self now extinguished, that malignant self now disused
That conceited invention to nothing now reduced
Complete disintegration, the destruction of me now imperative
To purge myself of this condition, complete this dissolution a necessity
Break this deceitful machine
Meshuggah - The Violent Sleep Of Reason Album Lyrics
Meshuggah - The Violent Sleep Of Reason Lyrics
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Born In Dissonance
We are origin
We are increate
You will see our coming for a thousand years
Every violent element incarnate
Made flesh and fused to one
You may call us remnant
As we are all that will be left
Brought forth by ancient whisper
Deployed by inverse suns
To capture the essence of creation
And render it undone
We come to make all things collide
Those joules define what we are
An energy born in dissonance
Long before first ever star
Baptized in the river you call time
We know that we are sacred
In human tongue we're apocalypse
For we bring with us obliteration
Through spectacles tuned to infinity
You will see our coming for a thousand years
You will know us then for what we truly are
The realization of every fear
We are increate
You will see our coming for a thousand years
Every violent element incarnate
Made flesh and fused to one
You may call us remnant
As we are all that will be left
Brought forth by ancient whisper
Deployed by inverse suns
To capture the essence of creation
And render it undone
We come to make all things collide
Those joules define what we are
An energy born in dissonance
Long before first ever star
Baptized in the river you call time
We know that we are sacred
In human tongue we're apocalypse
For we bring with us obliteration
Through spectacles tuned to infinity
You will see our coming for a thousand years
You will know us then for what we truly are
The realization of every fear
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Monstrocity
Skyline draped in shimmering red
Irradiant and treacherous
Neon prophecies hail the end, the capital of piety
Totalitarianopolis, city of dread
The glorious streets of dystopia continuously running red
This is where self is relinquished
Autonomy sacrificed
The idolatry of tyrants compulsory
Welcome all to MonstroCity where norm is that of the insane
All is illusion in MonstroCity
Bow to it, it knows your name
Relishing the idea of damnation
"The wailing and gnashing of teeth"
They know for sure where judgment's due
"What's above and what's beneath"
This is where we fail, where the self-righteous reign
The empire of imaginary ghosts
This is blind credulity's domain
MonstroCity
In here everyone knows "the truth"
Which unforgiving icon is real
Intolerance and prejudice saturates their zeal
This is where self is relinquished
Autonomy sacrificed
The idolatry of tyrants compulsory
Welcome all to MonstroCity where norm is that of the insane
All is illusion in MonstroCity
Bow to it, it knows your name
Irradiant and treacherous
Neon prophecies hail the end, the capital of piety
Totalitarianopolis, city of dread
The glorious streets of dystopia continuously running red
This is where self is relinquished
Autonomy sacrificed
The idolatry of tyrants compulsory
Welcome all to MonstroCity where norm is that of the insane
All is illusion in MonstroCity
Bow to it, it knows your name
Relishing the idea of damnation
"The wailing and gnashing of teeth"
They know for sure where judgment's due
"What's above and what's beneath"
This is where we fail, where the self-righteous reign
The empire of imaginary ghosts
This is blind credulity's domain
MonstroCity
In here everyone knows "the truth"
Which unforgiving icon is real
Intolerance and prejudice saturates their zeal
This is where self is relinquished
Autonomy sacrificed
The idolatry of tyrants compulsory
Welcome all to MonstroCity where norm is that of the insane
All is illusion in MonstroCity
Bow to it, it knows your name
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
By The Ton
To you a beast you think you comprehend
Not necessarily made all evil
In the reflective pool of your eyes
I see fear and intrigue co-mingle
You hesitate to deem me all bad
Yet when my face is shown, your eyes avert
New thoughts sprout from that fearfilled soil
Your nerves and intuition back on full alert
You think that you've seen the truth, you think you know
Yet disbelief grinds, the doubt it claws
In your sleepless delirium I devour your thoughts
If you only knew how your way of life sustains me
Like electricity coursing through my soul
Your will to retaliate, your vengeful thoughts announced
I bring you me - conflict and death
And the promise of spilling red by the ton
I just might be there in your final moment
I just might be the last thing your eyes take in
Not necessarily made all evil
In the reflective pool of your eyes
I see fear and intrigue co-mingle
You hesitate to deem me all bad
Yet when my face is shown, your eyes avert
New thoughts sprout from that fearfilled soil
Your nerves and intuition back on full alert
You think that you've seen the truth, you think you know
Yet disbelief grinds, the doubt it claws
In your sleepless delirium I devour your thoughts
If you only knew how your way of life sustains me
Like electricity coursing through my soul
Your will to retaliate, your vengeful thoughts announced
I bring you me - conflict and death
And the promise of spilling red by the ton
I just might be there in your final moment
I just might be the last thing your eyes take in
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Violent Sleep Of Reason
A systematically applied veil to heedless eyes
Focus deflected, ignore
This is not our war
Bury the abject shame in the same bile as our ideals
The potent lubricant to deceits grinding wheels
The menacing implications, the violent sleep of reason
Betrayal we all help sustain
Humanitarian treason
This deadly inclination, this forfeiture of innocence
The sacrifice of guiltless souls for our own deliverance
The pain you feel
Indifference thrust into your back
Forged from our ignorance from our immorality
A parody, this mockery
To no avail you kneel before this our insanity
Another life condemned
Your fate sealed the second you came to exist
Your suffering non-essential for we care not if you subsist
We will all belie ang allusion, any crime
Cower and hide any culpability denied
All will imply it's an illusion, a fallacy
So when you die, remember we said it's not reality
Focus deflected, ignore
This is not our war
Bury the abject shame in the same bile as our ideals
The potent lubricant to deceits grinding wheels
The menacing implications, the violent sleep of reason
Betrayal we all help sustain
Humanitarian treason
This deadly inclination, this forfeiture of innocence
The sacrifice of guiltless souls for our own deliverance
The pain you feel
Indifference thrust into your back
Forged from our ignorance from our immorality
A parody, this mockery
To no avail you kneel before this our insanity
Another life condemned
Your fate sealed the second you came to exist
Your suffering non-essential for we care not if you subsist
We will all belie ang allusion, any crime
Cower and hide any culpability denied
All will imply it's an illusion, a fallacy
So when you die, remember we said it's not reality
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Ivory Tower
Why mourn this travesty
Hide this slow degradation
Claw and compete mindlessly
All things undone too late
Craving our waking sleep
Is binding us to this ivory tower
Serves to complete the truth that we cling onto
So what are these things you hold true
The defensive wounds of the unknowing eye
Weeping thousands of wretched tears
To lubricate the end with our fear
The concussion from the crack of the whip
Nullifies, sensations die
Always numbing, always preaching
Never resting, never sleeping
The construction is our penance here
Tumorous growth chiseled in white
When the darkness comes to slay the day
Enters horrors that you'll be wishing away
Which is the way?
Hide this slow degradation
Claw and compete mindlessly
All things undone too late
Craving our waking sleep
Is binding us to this ivory tower
Serves to complete the truth that we cling onto
So what are these things you hold true
The defensive wounds of the unknowing eye
Weeping thousands of wretched tears
To lubricate the end with our fear
The concussion from the crack of the whip
Nullifies, sensations die
Always numbing, always preaching
Never resting, never sleeping
The construction is our penance here
Tumorous growth chiseled in white
When the darkness comes to slay the day
Enters horrors that you'll be wishing away
Which is the way?
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Stifled
Impotent king beneath our feet
You can rule down where you belong
In dirt compacted, buried deep, you dwell with those you wronged
Down there you can whisper, yell, even blare your odious lies
To your silent audience of worms as they share with you, your eyes
Tyrant, oppressor
Your once resounding voice now just muted cries
You self-avowed murderous god
Ranks of annelids now you delegate
Your commands unheard under ground
Where your voice will never resonate
Your time has come
Declare the majesty fallen
Your dominance, your hateful influence forever stifled
Your sleep no longer impermanent
Decaying matter now sums you up
Like all the lives you've taken
Now so are you retreating to dust
You can rule down where you belong
In dirt compacted, buried deep, you dwell with those you wronged
Down there you can whisper, yell, even blare your odious lies
To your silent audience of worms as they share with you, your eyes
Tyrant, oppressor
Your once resounding voice now just muted cries
You self-avowed murderous god
Ranks of annelids now you delegate
Your commands unheard under ground
Where your voice will never resonate
Your time has come
Declare the majesty fallen
Your dominance, your hateful influence forever stifled
Your sleep no longer impermanent
Decaying matter now sums you up
Like all the lives you've taken
Now so are you retreating to dust
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Nostrum
Jealous vengeful fabrication
Halo-crowned invention
Sacred universal lie
Artificial divine
Great archaic obsoletum
A prevarication
Deceitfully contrived
Synthesized fictitious
Dreamed up by remote prototypes
Opiate for the yearning mass
Administered applied
Three letter word for monster
Empty promises of healing
Profit aptly buried in the lies
An industry rapt with avarice
Medicating blind
Its acolytes
Useless panacea
Imaginary cure-all
To you we cry and supplicate
Into your hell we fall
Blind belief in their eyes
Forever atoning, credulously waiting
Gazing to the skies
Halo-crowned invention
Sacred universal lie
Artificial divine
Great archaic obsoletum
A prevarication
Deceitfully contrived
Synthesized fictitious
Dreamed up by remote prototypes
Opiate for the yearning mass
Administered applied
Three letter word for monster
Empty promises of healing
Profit aptly buried in the lies
An industry rapt with avarice
Medicating blind
Its acolytes
Useless panacea
Imaginary cure-all
To you we cry and supplicate
Into your hell we fall
Blind belief in their eyes
Forever atoning, credulously waiting
Gazing to the skies
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Our Rage Wont Die
Cry if you need to, disguise, evade, hide
Run 'til you hit water, then swim
Murder in your wake, plan, commit, exact
You have earned our rage, now fly
Beg if you have to, trade away your pride
Run 'til you hit ground, then dig
Death in your wake, those fantasies enacted
You will learn that our rage won't die
You will surely pay the ultimate price
There is no way you will escape our retribution
It will not matter how long it takes
You took them from us so we will take you
Do you believe that luck will somehow stand you by?
Do you really think our resolve will wane?
Do you really think that it will dissipate?
We will haunt you, we will come for you
To collect on what you owe to us
Eye for eye, life for life
Only payment in full can end this strife
Run 'til you hit water, then swim
Murder in your wake, plan, commit, exact
You have earned our rage, now fly
Beg if you have to, trade away your pride
Run 'til you hit ground, then dig
Death in your wake, those fantasies enacted
You will learn that our rage won't die
You will surely pay the ultimate price
There is no way you will escape our retribution
It will not matter how long it takes
You took them from us so we will take you
Do you believe that luck will somehow stand you by?
Do you really think our resolve will wane?
Do you really think that it will dissipate?
We will haunt you, we will come for you
To collect on what you owe to us
Eye for eye, life for life
Only payment in full can end this strife
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Into Decay
The most eloquent confession, your silence
The most admitting trait, your turning away
Avert your eyes and hush your struggling thoughts
Detachment assumed as life mutates into decay
The most manifest sign, your disregard
The one apparent fault, your shunning of care
Contempt now bred, refed and well sustained
Division now groomed, nurtured and well maintained
Apathy, opprobrium
Virulence and animosity
This sums you up
Betrayal, disunion and fear, isolation
Caught in this endless spiral, locked equilibrium
A stasis founded in this atrophy of thought
Your eyes unflinching, unaffected by the misery
Gone is commiseration, gone is any sympathy
One last farewell to perspicacity
Final surrender to futility
Dissociation, severance
What have you done?
What have you become?
The most admitting trait, your turning away
Avert your eyes and hush your struggling thoughts
Detachment assumed as life mutates into decay
The most manifest sign, your disregard
The one apparent fault, your shunning of care
Contempt now bred, refed and well sustained
Division now groomed, nurtured and well maintained
Apathy, opprobrium
Virulence and animosity
This sums you up
Betrayal, disunion and fear, isolation
Caught in this endless spiral, locked equilibrium
A stasis founded in this atrophy of thought
Your eyes unflinching, unaffected by the misery
Gone is commiseration, gone is any sympathy
One last farewell to perspicacity
Final surrender to futility
Dissociation, severance
What have you done?
What have you become?
Writer: TOMAS HAAKE, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, JENS KIDMAN, DICK AUGUST LOEVGREN, FREDRIK THORDENDAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.