HYPER NATION


It is a hyper facination
to be in a drug station
sweat moves fast forward
ten pills are just a start

the ground is lying on the floor
the walls make a satanic wish
what is that needle doing in my arm
It is making a hole to put my life in

hold on to the wasteland
hold on to your head
not knowing where you are send
makes you feel pretty mad

I don't care anymore
kick in an other door
waste all the people in the room
gotta score some new dope pretty soon

It is an sickening evaluation
the struggle in the lost nation
what is the use of moving around
when there is no luck to be found