| 作词 : Haake, Hagström | |
| 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 its closing walls | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneelControl, once superior | |
| Now a docile pet at chaos' feet | |
| Pulling the leash as it trails the scent | |
| To where all hurt recedes | |
| Your past a blurry patch in mind | |
| Your future once now thin dreams filed | |
| Toward 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 its unrelenting hand | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneel to the syringe | |
| Answering only to 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 one betrayed | |
| An outcast set afire by your inner war | |
| Your burning self so far astray | |
| A combustion fanned from within your core |
| zuo ci : Haake, Hagstr m | |
| Lacerating pains of degeneration | |
| Speed through your trembling mind | |
| Still, in machinelike 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 its closing walls | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneelControl, once superior | |
| Now a docile pet at chaos' feet | |
| Pulling the leash as it trails the scent | |
| To where all hurt recedes | |
| Your past a blurry patch in mind | |
| Your future once now thin dreams filed | |
| Toward 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 its unrelenting hand | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneel to the syringe | |
| Answering only to 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 one betrayed | |
| An outcast set afire by your inner war | |
| Your burning self so far astray | |
| A combustion fanned from within your core |
| zuò cí : Haake, Hagstr m | |
| Lacerating pains of degeneration | |
| Speed through your trembling mind | |
| Still, in machinelike 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 its closing walls | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneelControl, once superior | |
| Now a docile pet at chaos' feet | |
| Pulling the leash as it trails the scent | |
| To where all hurt recedes | |
| Your past a blurry patch in mind | |
| Your future once now thin dreams filed | |
| Toward 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 its unrelenting hand | |
| Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow | |
| You kneel to the syringe | |
| Answering only to 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 one betrayed | |
| An outcast set afire by your inner war | |
| Your burning self so far astray | |
| A combustion fanned from within your core |