Stengah

	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

	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