Sometimes I listen to many voices in my head
Voices insist on telling me I'm dead
Towards this mad society I'm no one
But I'm alive to fight against your clan

Back to mad society

I see only war and injustice in my way
The weakers are losers and can't react
In turn my in to weapons against these pigs
Now my attitude is clear and made of revolt

Mad society, alienation
Brutal force, obliteration
Whitout money in your life
You'd better die
Paranoia, exploitation
Persecution, hallucination
No peace in your life
You'd better fight

My head aches when I look around
Indifferent people go on whith their lifes
They're part of this mad society
I feel lonely and my power is all gone

Back to mad society