Meshuggah - Immutable [Full Album 2022]

Lyrics to Immutable [Full Album 2022] by Meshuggah

Tracklist: 01. Broken Cog Inside Watching the core Of whatever we had left of our lives The multiplications divide We drink to quench the thirst to come With the bones that we left the trap was sprung Blind, ancient and malevolent Cosmos divides The truth is we never ever had truth in sight We spat on this purpose We ate of whatever was left The chasm beneath us will open and swallow the rest Me the broken cog You seem to not have understood Knives out Strings set in motion You act like you're surprised Pre-emptive strike Ruin Chaos Focus Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices Whispers, purpose, voices, murmurs Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices Whispers, murmurs, voices, purpose 02. The Abysmal Eye Relentless and inexorable This menacing creation That we ourselves conceived With covetous verve and credulity Something this intensely profound Can never be allowed The fabric and all that holds it Will all burn It will all be torn down To contain it in its lair Pandora's quantum prison In wave after wave It will see us fail Consign to oblivion This thing we cannot grasp Bury deep this entity Unlearn it ever existed This is our omega Factitious nemesis The great dismantler Of our dominion If evеr there was a reason Maintain this grеatest lie That never did we look Into the abysmal eye 03. Light The Shortening Fuse Blinded, gagged and bound by confirmation On this premise we iterate a lie Why will stay unasked They know, we know, it doesn't matter Barren hollow words, no information We're led to believe in self-applied deceit This trope of ignorance, disinformation Made to confuse, to light the shortened fuse Wading through the rubble of ideologies Cherrypicking madness to the gospel of suckers Sustenancе for the greatest of idеas Life is a machine, it will cater to me Bow, serve, comply Bared teeth, the lesson is complete The stench of strange raw meat Draw acolytes to feast Rotting thoughts the treat So who came up with your ideas Before you spat them out like they were yours Play the pawn, knowing where hope lies Where it goes to die 04. Phantoms From the realms of past my demons howl Beyond bridges I lit they learned to fly Apparitions These ghosts of distant memory Specters Remnants that just will not die All my wrongs My indiscretions they carry From across the boundaries of time The burdens I left for them to hold Presented Laid out before my eyes In their frozen gaze the blame The questions to my lies How hard I have tried to bury this Yet here they stand before me Phantoms 05. Ligature Marks So here we are Tearing at flesh to scar Carving the mark in servitude of the dark Realign the weaponry of your mind A surgical strike Nothing left to find The ghost of sacrifices made Lingering in the shadows Perversion is the trade So this will hurt in every way But you will carve me, beg me to stay And it flows through every fiber Runs through every vein Twisted energy Tracing insanity through ligature marks Bruises form in the dark Facing thе music, you've never hеard this song before A solemn requiem A shroud for your machination and strife Intent to euthanize Empty sheet, nothing left to deplete The loop becomes complete The void will swallow the melting stars Suspended in emptiness Torment turns to bliss A stillborn genesis 06. God He Sees In Mirrors On the throne sits the snake Coiled and irate Self-righteous Unforgiving Lies lining the fork of his tongue, drip from his fangs Inflicting wounds that never mend Omnipotent God he sees in mirrors Seraphic From atop the growling tower of our bones Indifferently condemning all At his whim out dismal fate From his mouth but venomous gall Ophidian Slithering Deceitful serpentine Illustrious morph of man Despot in guise of savior Any blame he will carelessly relinquish Like shedding his skin Ophidian Slithering Decеitful Through the vast of death he causеd he winds Serpentine Never again shall we suffer the hissing The subversive, malicious lies lining the fork of his tongue Drip from his fangs Inflicting wounds that never mend Omnipotent God he sees in mirrors 07. They Move Below [Instrumental] 08. Kaleidoscope This untethering from logic This beautiful, terrifying state Astonishing Uninhibited Maddening Euphoric I now see through you Translucent entities Gone is the veil of sanity The colors I now discern Veracity as a boundless spectrum A vast kaleidoscope Spiraling enlightenment Magnificent altered condition Confined no more my vision Inert and bursting Here impossibles co-exist In this vibrant domain Truth is anything you dream it is Here I can sense true fulfillment Shedding the old, finding a new I Devoid of restraints Exempt from your lies 09. Black Cathedral[Instrumental] 10. I Am That Thirst Look at him yearning Desirous His craving, his hunger Constant needs, constant wants Nothing will quell Nothing will slake Insatiable vacuous man Hollow and see-through His emptiness has made him frail That dying thing still believes Others drive the nails Incendiary god complex Such gift to flammable man This is what it made of him This is what remains Behold, how he devours Unappeasable and cursed That arid soul, famished and desiccated I am that thirst His gluttony can not be stilled This state can never be reversed Hollow and empty Endlessly 11. The Faultless A slow violence of words This injurious game you play Spiteful syllable strings Arranged and tied into weapons The incisions of your tongue The slashing The deliberate cuts run deep and wide Whatever cared the pedestal you occupy Was set on this resulting divide I see through your vain pretence The veil of you has been parted Pure and fair you fly on wings up high Pharisaical You are faultless Oh all the wounds I expected Heartbreak, bereavеment and despair I nevеr saw these coming The gashes of your betrayal 12. Armies Of The Preposterous The awe it instills How grand this revolting spectacle Beyond what we can fathom So far detached from reason I quiver before it I tremble I see your vision, this bleak truth you contrive Magnificent this vile display The march of a recurring echo Jericho trumpets blaring – again they sound And the old armies of the misled rebuild, reassemble I will not swallow the bile The putrid ideas you regurgitate A conviction saturated with imbecility Adopting the coursе of the blind Unanimous in your revolting declaration Conjurеd by offensive, feeble beehive minds A pandemic, this contagion you embrace The poison that seeps from your piteous souls Armies of the preposterous, trapped in misguided thrall Your mere existence shames us all I will never assimilate your point of view I see your vision, this bleak truth you contrive 13. Past Tense[Instrumental]