Meshuggah's Chaosphere album is a classic. It is regarded as the birth of the Djent genre. But the lyrics are very difficult to understand. They don't sound anything like what's written in the lyric sheet. So what follows is my own interpretation.
Staring at her cage, I hate conservation. I don't mean to strain you, Mary. I do it to well-known giants, pretty girls and Scotch on rocks. Clemency terms. He collected Jones' lower art -it sucks! I love shadow self green violet princess turned into a demonic, up-front formation, crazy with insatiable energy.
The maid killed herself!
The maid killed herself!
Cold is the sun. Emerging complete, you'll sit this day out. The governments? I ripped their wild throats! So you stop to play with goats. Hands that don't take meat, I'll saw myself. The old scientist laughs at the rig. The body doesn't blink for an egg. Florida is Concatenation. It shattered only me. Rebels are safe.
May kill myself!
May kill myself!
Blood is all my hope, all my vain illusions deceived, I'm drowned in need. And the core of my agony I feed. In this tourist, I'm wakening the worm. Who'll take my frogs? It's hard to blame it all on my soul.
Echo the carnal self.
Do you do anything for free?
Lead, dead, don't say, "Igor."
Offset my head.
You're next Tuesday.
NEW MILLENNIUM CYANIDE CHRIST:
I love porno, look at it, get hard, vacuum out that shit-set of ripped-up letters. I rearrange my pathetic tissue. I envy such a replaced high retard. Die erratic. Catch you creeping past in May. Elevate me to Ohio. You malformed dark characters I am, maybe two will work out. Teeth fell out, people, you'll ignore 'em.
Self-built hip death frat jars. Rot replaced adult swing bars. That lonely nun, bleeding outside, dragged on glass into my pounding birds!
My breath seizing, matching shape that killed Seth. Thy messenger's stupid but I'm described just there ramming plates of flashed Earth. Patch my ribs to save me from the juice of inhalation. I get my butt licked. Use less skin. Stray pus will get it off and my ear's gone receptive. Oh my God, results! I disabled the audiogenerating software.
Hexagonal bolts don't fill my mouth. Chocolate killed your pledge. The creator of all violins. Without speech there will be no music.
Bat-flies, in case you like that shit. I'm finding dogs in tornado pictures. But pictures of the greatest art could cast on Catholic creatures. Jews, themselves astray, may divide, stripped of their nyet-a-thon clothes, with incandescent revelations in a world of dark art forms.
Disciples, gather with me to save a failed humanity. Total staccato cyanide until the yule-head tard half-day. Pee-holes, the sacrificial rags, in class you're worshipping upright. The new millennium christ. Enjoy a game of polo!
CORRIDOR OF CHAMELEONS:
Planetary nuts up in your anomaly. Fold-up foam dimensions cutter. Always standing, your back's to the wind, dance till the end of horse's craving. The press public, that's always too gay. It's the time for gay gang rape on chairs. Clear the name, go out there and swallow the best of fragile dicks.
Keep your rabbit certain in auto insurance. Start a collapse, but you're not dressed. Off you go, the chemicals rhyme. Pay for that garbage with our lives.
Throw down your shaker, pass undisturbed. Think you got a clue? Blam, real surroundings. The shoes you bought are so inappropriate. For they never negate that at breakfast.
Spin, you'll rise to rave the court. Smoky your path is for the start? Maybe not. Fill the holes. When I touch you there, you're already hard!
Why don't you use your own ego disease, a virus that came to? Liars and the self-doubt can flow. You're bruised, and you're a fag. You're on fire. My jaw dings if they're lacking opinion, my mouth is sexy, mating the billions. Heavenly rock in your mind, not salsa; the corridor of chameleons.
Continue, though, to skate on past, nothing gay to keep this train on track. Need to ride, drowned at vacation tours. Come sink with me, you're now my guide. Clearly I'm a record player, something sublime. They might've told us of putrid dreams. Maybe I'm supposed to mount a bull. Join a crowd and fashion your closet.
Standing well let's look for crack, she'd pay to seek, it's on in every...They don't mind encouraging injustice. Your pricking fork's in the game, but then they're whistling up the dick and other runner games called sexist.
Guess the people'd rather rely on currency of dissolving your paper trail, will you make it to the top entity? It's to fuck you that you've been found. Chameleon sirens, short and brave, nagging thinking bio-nanotech to rule.
Suck your ornery breast.
Salad of broad axe.
Chicken, progress cloaked, shit, jogging, grinding slow, animate, cancel, die.
You zipped these hairs so long.
Could you try to bring me hell and
put salt in your
Incorporated soft fingers, I said to lay a fake egg, right?
I'll bow my head, I'm thankful I fought off the head of the grey matter wart.
My servants saw that's what's all rotten, I'm bar none.
They get written the death sentence of chaos, jump and grab shit, stab them for me.
Their eyes flex.
We can dance if they're fucked, it's their problem not you.
Psionic dirtbags, they caused the death of flies.
My reign: supremacy, I thieve no word
Re-bodied, baby, I'm all there is to be: an all-devoted being so complete in my adversity!
Rip and slice across my eyes, picking out enough shit, it's a whim.
When stealing a dress, your syndicate should know my anal self.
A fag who's lost his gloves can't sell the people disgust.
Gone is the grand single date, it's a sign you're anal now. So?
Step aside of this, a sickening thought set them foul, hacked-off head that's real, watching them laugh.
Being in love in the mob, for that's a deadly waste, step out slow, check an oldie.
I can live in a time, date a million slime.
I'm burned off, died-off, finger-dipping ghost.
The goddess of old cats steps beneath the fabric of dread.
Can't you do swirls within the layer of souls? Hah, hah, this is when I'll be done, more between the dissonance, a bid at stake.
Battered and numb just a notch, gay pink, for an illusion to make sharing dull reign, up from famine or prey.
Many are burned on the trolley to the menace up inside Jenny.
Red-headed lightning dusts all the punk alive.
Dead faith result called focused consciousness subsides.
I'm high and mighty, behind my
Insanity's your backyard game, the searching tongue just crushed our strength.
THE MOUTH LICKING WHAT YOU'VE BLED:
A big shadow, you're superficial like the government! Pay the sodomizer, a different day I'll pass him. Six patty-cakes, to the mouth during your Sunday brigade. On the ball! Jump! Bleeding un-American slave!
Now there's hidden laughter at their idiot prostration, wallowing disease - are we going to take vacation? Why y'all a big threat? Spinach-thighs, I need it! You like how I manipulate, don't lie, I praise your psycho name!
I'm not lost, I'm urban and I'm tied up!
Lonely friendship, and you're not hardcore enough!
A wrong fact is the other stuff oncoming!
The mouth licking what you've bled, uncommon!
I'm the bedbug degenerate! Hire dogs for your damnations!
They all lay, boy, so my intention, my love, that I, myself, create.
I'm the bone, I'll only repudiate impunity. Infatuated by god-damned spit pie. Last of days, copy all the sickness in mind. Got thine human eyes!
I've raided the sink at the end of the days. Mendacity, betrayal, this is not a phase. Body helps me chew the filth,here and everlasting. Thy jaded eyes grace, must it be the human way?
Drop the name of priests who lied. Bring a man they'll falsify. Master of deception, choose to rob and not to spy. The greatest of their truth, have to get into a feedback horse habit. You'll know why your scent of pussy's a novelty.
Come read my tainted lies.
Come feed my wretched tainted mind.
Hurry, cover up this piss, some would take the people I possess. Whatever enemy, a disabled weight mendacity could make my brain accept my blah blah jam out future path. Well they trust you George, manipulation is my game of choice!
The perfect freak, profound in my...
My aim's answers.
So you will see.
Let's play in your mass grave.
Impose a corn-hole.
Got thrown, you owe me.
My god-parents'll be...
I'll attach my swings.
Manipulation, beer is just...
I'm the way, I'm your truth, gather with me, I'm your future guide.
Gather with me, join my den of swill. I'm the way, the future guide I must self-proclaim. Got all weak and dead. Sinister. We find the bringer of pain! Pain!
THE EXQUISITE MACHINERY OF TORTURE:
Soft stains, started getting some poopy stoops around Dennis. It is striking down open eyes, with a bird, I'm paralyzed, being lost in devotions. Revenge by years, he's still frightened and it killed my nation, and we would surpass the germ, to devour. Body raised, I asked that they made it wise, he wishes just retribution, by hate thoughts, twisting the line of defense. Throat put things uphill, barrening with contaminations. Stab a carrot, but its own sense likes to penetrate the eyes -
I, am I the next? Sound my fear of coming home, thoughts that threaten to keep me away. I... beyond my reprieve. Or am I here still waiting to take us to my exquisite retarded machinery of torture?
Dumb chimera rises from the end of my carve. Deny I left shocking streaks of putrid action, reproach amid this ace. Hand me the motion to reject, and let us buy retaliation. The top of the carrot need to relate. Condition of ability, mine said a lot. Urge addictions, set emotions, scattered plank-walk. You're betting creation's a self-deception. Supreme, you lose the grip, and get us locked in the mini-phase. I like Bud Ice, I'm seeing this coming predictably -
I, am I the next? Sounds of Victor coming home, claws and dagger to keep me away, I...we love your reprieve, or am I here still waiting to take us to my exquisite retarded machinery?
The bottle is fast, entertains.
Discorporated by the light on the pigs.
Born of psychedelic color and hate.
Feel their arms on me.
Lie to shame.
Stone and disobey.
Shadows no longer cast.
From their sky path, form that ugly tongue.
Do you never taste the crappy sentence, now the weak setting. The marshals put down a shape, and the shape rematerialized my own progressive thoughts, dreams, and rebellion goals. Just think of data and the breached hand of reality. Scattered bits will create their master's world renamed. Burning inanimate objects, spreading it to my soul. Your greed had banned objects, keep us down in the family breast. Scowling to myself,destination in us --
I, am I the next? Sad reflector coming home, flaws and tarmac to beat me away. I....wait a minute, pig. Or am I here still waiting inside of some ice cream, said the target machinery?
I, I'm in the next. My staph has acted on my lung, run again, dislodged on something I've done. I...I was never a friend. Now I know they said it's a lie. Scram, take your towel machinery of torture.
Assembled from death, incompatible pieces, living fragments regenerated, pink revolting bits of organic matter punch your life. Steampipe! Who let Grandma run, I'm sick of this shit! I thought they'd already saved my Frosty costume! Insult! Pump the smoke clean, exert two-thirds sane, imagination bloodsurge.
Defying the mold of human flesh, smashing the wall of beliefs, sight to bring insanity, dual-dimensional reality.
Cars on fluff are grinding to a rapid decimal delusional ride. Twisted disdain of the human eyes in charge. Biceps cryptic. The great front yard. A tragic acid-drop. On it goes, in pathetic gumdrops that rock and rain flesh, swirling to project illusional chained dimension en masse!
I'm walking, slow funeral self, that okay?
Aim for your nest, violent roast of standards of their insane nonsense. Are they electrifed? Beat the clock, on a scale of bone and tissue! Unobtrusive day, a liquid form, contact all the organic norm!
Mind not filled with thoughts. Butter ran down, think that rain's static. Soulless creature on the line, but beyond human, elastic.