Song Lyrics

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 it's closing walls
Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow, you kneel

Once superior now a docile pet at chaos feet
Pulling the leash as it trails the scent to where all the hurt recedes
Your past a blurry patch in mind.
Your future once: now thin dreams filed
Towards 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 it's unrelenting hand
Still you claim the worshipers pose and you bow.
You kneel to the syringe

Answering only to the 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 only one betrayed.
An outcast set afire by your inner war
Your burning self so far astray.
A combustion fanned from within your core.

Maarten Hagstroem, Marten Hagstroem, M�rten Hagstr�m, Tomas Haake

The duration of Stengah is 5:38 minutes and seconds.