Sometimes you think that your life is sick
And everything is going bad
You can't support the pression in your head
There is clouds of tormentsin your heart,
Let me say something:
You are not alone in this journey
We can easily understand your laments,
'cause we are brothers in suffering

We are army of the damned,
Corpses without a soul
Creatures from the land,
Devil's toys in this world

Army of the damned
The prozac's generation

You have no sense of what to do now,
Regretfull of what you've done in the past,
Afraid of what is waiting for you tomorrow
Suicide (choice) always seem to be the best

Army of the damned

The hate came from inside
And your soul is burning of wrath
You can't describe your feelings,
The pain will never stop
Ciclic waves of anger,
You lost all the control
It is time to crush some bones,
Start to kill them all
A war inside your head,
A storm smashing your soul,
You will fight until your death
The genocide must be won
Can you see how stupid was your life?
Pleasure, moneyand everything just will take you to death
Came on take another pill, drink another bottle,
The doors are open for your eternal and last drink