Chains
Juraj Rimeš, Roman Papp
Trapped in the chains of the oblivion
You triple with your own ego
You fly between the pleasure and death
But you don't understand
That this is you fate
You dying now in agony and suffering
But you don't know that's the beginning of misery
You live in stink the dust will be your instinct
Holes of the thorns in your hands
Preparing you to be insane
Extasy obeys you
You are the slave
Mind is filled with thoughts of mad
It's the end
Blood - red and you are dead
Infection creeps from your vein to your brain
Day by day you're gonna be insane
By overdose