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