Tekster: Toxic Narcotic. 89-99. Believin'.

Drowning in the needs of everybody's everyday, to thick to move, the friction is the painful taste, selfish motives begin to co-align, subtraction and no action are breeding this decline, instead of grievin', I'm believin', do all you need to do to get even! Prove you can act to put a stop to it! Move opposed to those who rule on top of it, rip apart the works that grind the blind at will, pin them one on one until there's none to kill! Don't accept blatant disregard, overstepped my surroundings scarred, no repair in sight or even planned, unaware you don't dare to find out where you stand, here talks a man to big for his britches, now I don't think it's hard for you to picture this, is it or isn't this a dilemma, from which all other problems stem from! Prove you can act to put a stop to it!