作词 : Fred Habib/Kris Chayer/Guillaume Villeneuve/Emmanuel Jean
作曲 : Fred Habib/Kris Chayer/Guillaume Villeneuve/Emmanuel Jean
As the prosthetic souls enter their bodies, the world will shake.
With life in place, the chains are on a countdown to break.
Artificial condition known as life.

Destruction!
The origin of a destructive path.
An obscure destructive path.
Artificial condition. Pathetic intelligence.
Pathetic intelligence has been injected into the selected beings.
Their minds are connected, but rarely directed.
Negatively affected, all due to the pain of being completely neglected.

Confined and withering into the abyss.
An obscure path that never mattered.
Like bloody glass that’s been shattered.
It’s melting through the hands of the useless souls.
Useless souls.
This imaginary earth that no one truly controls.
Controls!

Fear for the sky, where the blood is collected.
Where the blood is collected.
One by one, they were all wired into the thought of terror.

Watching the earth melt through the hands of the weak as they are all isolated in fear.
Now no words remain for those who have never had the chance to complain.
A slave they remain, with nothing to gain.
A slave they remain, with nothing to gain.
Placed into the sky for their blood to rain... to rain.
This reality; beyond insane.
Beyond insane!
Forcefully thrown in, and forcefully erased.
Forcefully thrown in, and forcefully erased.
With no choice but to be forgotten.
The sky was meant to rest the ones that are well past rotten.
Forcefully thrown in.

There is no way to return.
The time will come.
The fragile world will grow feeble.
Inevitable!
Inevitable, but mandatory to live in fear of this territory.
Live in fear of this territory.

Sight from the top, with so much height that won’t stop.
Fiction or constriction?
A thought so aggressive, has conformed into addiction.
A thought so aggressive, has conformed into addiction.
Forced!
Not to be taken for granted.
Forced!
Not to be taken for granted.
Walk this earth while you can.
I think good.
Those with control will obliterate the weak.
Those with control will obliterate the weak.

As the prosthetic souls enter their bodies, the world will shake.
With life in place, the chains are on a countdown to break.
A countdown to break.
Artificial condition known as life.

Weakness will reveal with the inability to determine what’s real.
What’s real!
Control must be earned.
Power must be taken, in order to reawaken.
The weak into power.
The power into control.
The control turned to rage.

This war has just begun!
This hatred built from power.
A desire to kill.
Their lives are flashing back for their final hour.
Nothing could have changed this circumstance.
Run as far as you can, but they will all collapse regardless.
They will all collapse.
Desire for the throne, the weak have no right to remain conscious.
One by one, they will be set free.
One by one, they will be set free and join the nonexistent entity.

A dishonourable defeat.
The fear is constantly racing through their minds.
They keep running, but eventually there will be no place left to hide.
No place left to hide.
Surpassing the misery and endless images of horror that was once unimaginable.
No place left to hide.
Surpassing the misery.
No place left to hide.
Surpassing the misery of horror that was once unimaginable
It has become a traumatizing reality.
Trauma! Trauma! It has become a traumatizing reality.

Pathetic intelligence has been injected into the selected beings.
Their minds are connected, but rarely directed.
Negatively affected, all due to the pain of being completely neglected.

The dark will never end.
The light was but a dream.
The light was but a dream.
Only to be heard.
It is all just a dream.
Never to be true.
Never to be true.
The cowards hit the bottom
The cowards hit the bottom as their blood runs through the cracks on the floor.
Finally, what’s inside the skull is connected to the earth.
Finally, what’s inside the skull is connected to the earth.
Only then will they realize that this world has been hopeless.
Sinking. Sinking. They’re all sinking.
Sinking into corruption.
Sinking into insanity.
Nothing was meant to be.
Nothing was meant to be fair.
Driven by the neglect.
Driven by the neglect.
The world will shake.
The world will shake.
Inevitable, but mandatory to live in fear of this territory.
The world will shake.
The world will shake.

Restless eyes forced open to observe.
To observe.
Restless eyes forced open to observe and indulge in the Hell on this earth.
A pointless earth for the ones who have fallen.
This is suffering.
Years of suffering.
Fear!
Pain!
With nothing to gain, the superior will reign.
Death!
No way to numb the suffering.
No way to numb the suffering.
The pain won’t... The pain won’t go away.
Away!
Accepting defeat is only the beginning of pain... of pain!
Their limbs so frail.
Their flesh so pale.
All of the recent torment is here to stay.
All of the recent torment and shock has caused this distress.
Nothing left to regret, nothing left to regret, just embrace the pain that you will never forget.
Accepting defeat is only the beginning of pain... of pain!
Their limbs so frail.
Their flesh so pale.
All of the recent torment... is here to stay.
Overrated.
Unrelated.
Our race overpopulated.
Their limbs so frail.
Their limbs so frail.
Their flesh so pale.
All of the recent torment is here to stay.
No way to numb the suffering.
An overrated humanity, designed to be wasted until time depletes.
As time depletes.

Break these chains.
No way to numb.
As the prosthetic souls enter their bodies, the world will shake.
With life in place, the chains are on a countdown to break.
Artificial condition known as life.
Artificial condition, a false reality.
Artificial condition, a false reality.
Fear for the sky, where the blood is collected.
Where the blood is collected.
One by one, they were all wired into the thought of terror.

Resorting to chaos.
A solution so pure.
The race designed for worms.
The race designed for filthy worms.
Pathetic and worthless dreamlike state of mind.
Consuming all of the irrelevant sensations.
Consuming all, until there is nothing.
Replacing lives with more lives.
Replacing lives with no lives.
Animalistic tendencies absorbing all.
Replacing lives with more lives.
Replacing lives with no lives.
Animalistic tendencies absorbing all.
Dispose all of the senseless and miserable individuals.
Dispose all of the senseless.
A solution so pure.
So pure.
Pathetic and worthless dreamlike state of mind.
Deception at its finest.
Resorting to chaos.
A solution so pure.
The race designed for worms.
Don’t question the walls beneath your fragile skin.
Unbearable is all that’s known on this Hell.
Destined to break.
Destined to break!
Break!
Beyond contorted with no solution.

They’ll be trapped forever as the blood they shed is poured out from the heart, into their coffin.
Devour and destroy the cowards.
The beginning of a wasteland for those who don’t listen.
Ignorant as can be, a brainwashed society
The vulnerable will never be prepared to enter the burial ground.
Ground.
The thought of the inevitable plans are bleak and desirable.
The disconnection of this filthy atmosphere has left uncertainty, and desperation.
Ignorant as can be, a brainwashed society.
The vulnerable will never be prepared to enter the burial ground.
They’ll be trapped forever as the blood they shed is poured out from the heart, into their coffin.
Watch them fall apart.
So it goes to show, the superior will reign.
Reign Hell forever.
To indulge in showing absolutely no remorse, is what defines the craved satisfaction.
Reign!
Reign!
Reign Hell forever!
Reign Hell!
Temper so vile.
Inflicting endless pain.
Reign Hell forever!
Inflicting endless pain.
Tortured forever.
Reign Hell forever!

Prosthetic soul, break these chains!
Exit this body once and for all!