1.
meshuggah isimli 46lık ruh hastalarına sahip grubun alışık olmayanı paralize eden, davulda ne yapmaya çalıştıklarını anlamaya çalışırken salak salak güldürmeye başlatıp tatlı tatlı kafayı yaktırdıkları, buram buram uzakdoğu misitsizminden etkilendiklerini belli ettikleri hayal gücü genişleten şarkıları. obzen albümünün şarkısıdır. bu şarkıya kafayı takan bir şekilde kayışı kopartıyor. aynı şekilde hangi kafayla bu şarkıyı yazdıklarını da ciddi olarak merak etmekteyim.
sözleri de şöyle olsun.
beams of fire sweep through my head
thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
sensory receptors succumb
ı am no one now only 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 vellicates as ı let go
taunting whispers accompany my deletion
a sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
chanting softly the song of depletion
ayrıca
(bkz: tomas haake)
(bkz: jens kidman)
sözleri de şöyle olsun.
beams of fire sweep through my head
thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
sensory receptors succumb
ı am no one now only 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 vellicates as ı let go
taunting whispers accompany my deletion
a sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
chanting softly the song of depletion
ayrıca
(bkz: tomas haake)
(bkz: jens kidman)
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2.
an itibarıyla sözlük radyosunda arz-ı endam eden hasta ruhlu insanlar tarafından yapılmış uçuk parça.
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