| Song | Human Instrumentality |
| Artist | Chronicle |
| Album | Demonology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lars Bo Nepper | |
| 作曲 : Jari Sielemann Holopainen/Jacob Wammen/Sebastian Skousgaard | |
| Cold walls disconnect us Parallels that never intersect | |
| Human beings entranced by mirrors Looking inward in pure disdain | |
| At the epicentre of utmost madness lies the threads that tightly binds us | |
| We must overcome this state of being to exceed the limit of our skin | |
| All things great and small will eventually die | |
| So what makes you decide this is not yet our time? | |
| To cover up this earth in our liquidated form | |
| To engulf this world in a biomass of blood | |
| All of creation leading to this moment Euphoric act of planetary suicide | |
| The blood coalesce envelopes us all souls conjoined in death's icy throes | |
| Leave the shells encumbering us all are one united in the grasp of death | |
| The basic form is cast aside as we begin new life and become one | |
| Regression to basic form Where identity comes undone | |
| The id's inner and utmost wish Fate of destruction the joy of rebirth | |
| So come now and enter me I welcome your thoughts | |
| In this world we are one united by our blood | |
| This sick way of intimacy revokes what it costs | |
| For what is it even worth with nothing left to touch? | |
| Nothing left to touch! | |
| Why should we feel shackled to this world of ambiguity when the power of rebirth is right within our grasp | |
| Why should we seek absolution for the sin of our existence when the pain of self-destruction frees us from it all |
| zuo ci : Lars Bo Nepper | |
| zuo qu : Jari Sielemann Holopainen Jacob Wammen Sebastian Skousgaard | |
| Cold walls disconnect us Parallels that never intersect | |
| Human beings entranced by mirrors Looking inward in pure disdain | |
| At the epicentre of utmost madness lies the threads that tightly binds us | |
| We must overcome this state of being to exceed the limit of our skin | |
| All things great and small will eventually die | |
| So what makes you decide this is not yet our time? | |
| To cover up this earth in our liquidated form | |
| To engulf this world in a biomass of blood | |
| All of creation leading to this moment Euphoric act of planetary suicide | |
| The blood coalesce envelopes us all souls conjoined in death' s icy throes | |
| Leave the shells encumbering us all are one united in the grasp of death | |
| The basic form is cast aside as we begin new life and become one | |
| Regression to basic form Where identity comes undone | |
| The id' s inner and utmost wish Fate of destruction the joy of rebirth | |
| So come now and enter me I welcome your thoughts | |
| In this world we are one united by our blood | |
| This sick way of intimacy revokes what it costs | |
| For what is it even worth with nothing left to touch? | |
| Nothing left to touch! | |
| Why should we feel shackled to this world of ambiguity when the power of rebirth is right within our grasp | |
| Why should we seek absolution for the sin of our existence when the pain of self-destruction frees us from it all |
| zuò cí : Lars Bo Nepper | |
| zuò qǔ : Jari Sielemann Holopainen Jacob Wammen Sebastian Skousgaard | |
| Cold walls disconnect us Parallels that never intersect | |
| Human beings entranced by mirrors Looking inward in pure disdain | |
| At the epicentre of utmost madness lies the threads that tightly binds us | |
| We must overcome this state of being to exceed the limit of our skin | |
| All things great and small will eventually die | |
| So what makes you decide this is not yet our time? | |
| To cover up this earth in our liquidated form | |
| To engulf this world in a biomass of blood | |
| All of creation leading to this moment Euphoric act of planetary suicide | |
| The blood coalesce envelopes us all souls conjoined in death' s icy throes | |
| Leave the shells encumbering us all are one united in the grasp of death | |
| The basic form is cast aside as we begin new life and become one | |
| Regression to basic form Where identity comes undone | |
| The id' s inner and utmost wish Fate of destruction the joy of rebirth | |
| So come now and enter me I welcome your thoughts | |
| In this world we are one united by our blood | |
| This sick way of intimacy revokes what it costs | |
| For what is it even worth with nothing left to touch? | |
| Nothing left to touch! | |
| Why should we feel shackled to this world of ambiguity when the power of rebirth is right within our grasp | |
| Why should we seek absolution for the sin of our existence when the pain of self-destruction frees us from it all |