A.D.D. Songtext
von Witchaven

With an alien plague
The media takes control
They cause the rage
They say watch the show
No chance to die
You′re wrong in the right
No intellect
No escape device
This lack of debate It seems surreal
You don't understand
The rush, the sting you feel
In a spinning tide
It′s making you do
With a bitter edge
It takes you down
Conditioned for society
Come to the point of empathy

Allowance of injustice
Possessed to exist
No excuse for the continuance of this
Subliminal suggestion
Continuous control
No use surviving your rage
Has your voice you can't fucking make


No one knows the reason why
There must be loss of human life
While other people who survive
Do nothing else to make it right
Your brain now has died inside
What do you have to show for I?
A house of a thousand lies
The sacrifice is forced to be
Sacrifice is forced to be