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