2000 A.D.

Mass addiction
Low self-respect
A modern disease
Looking in the dark eye of chaos
Dimonsions of weakness and seas of blood
Blinded by a painfull fear
The hard reality
This cold remoreless demon tried to bite my soul
Tried to bite my soul
The strenght of my discipline crushed his bones and destroyed this game
That hold its poisons ready to enslave and hold me back from reality
Man in fear, hold your tears and fight back till the bitter end
Reject the poisons, forced into my body No betrayal to the edge