mouths we are trying to survive. [Chorus x3] There is a virus spreading in my veins, it's to late to cure me. I'm mutating anyway, contaminated, nuclear ray infected
They all are great guys They playing with me, they singing 'bout me And nothing ever'll tear us apart And if somebody'd ask me "What is the best?" I would answer: "INFECTED
Traduzione: Infetti. Generazione infetti.
misled children You never stood a chance Infected Neglected The new breed of a generation to come Rejected Illfated The new breed - a generation to kill
1! Beenie come fi mek a small qoutation 2! Me nuh love how dem a treat di generation 3! Yuh nuh si seh dem a mash up di nation Who we? yet still dem
is a source of many mysteries One of them is the sickness that we all bare A frightning virus, extremly contagious And every human child is infected
smoke, of the fires we set We travel underground the sewer system, and train tunnels We let you know that you was victims, of brain funnels Information like computer generation
the air that we breathe? Drama is the nuclear threat that we live with One bomb and everybody's dead that's some sick shit Drama is HIV statistics The infected
their own admissions Failed smoke emissions So enquired minds wanna know How low can we go On a TV show Hoochie and the Blow Reverses the race Cursed the nation the doom generation
hip hop pride DC & DJ Dainja "Worldwide" [FORM ONE] I'm astrally projected, directed and injected Through the speakers in your system wich appears infected
those little people trapped in that box? (No, Caveman) But I do know converted mic digital 8-bus Mackie Avalon compression Combined with 8-step effected Dirty words paralyze words and infect
Spread freedom Infect the masses Spread wisdom Infiltrate the system We are the voice of this generation The ones who lost our souls I don't think we
god In the form of a man That is worthy of praise Investigate doctrines High awareness through my lifetime Social issues that incite crimes Make a generation
admissions Failed smoke emissions So enquired minds wanna know How low can we go on a TV show Hoochie and the Blow Reverses the race Cursed the nation the doom generation
Milk fed little beauty queen she's straight out of a magazine she sits beside me breathing different air than me The perfect generation sees that I'm infected
of hate, place of pain, generation's left to die The taste of blood, human blood, sacrificed for pleasure Ancient rites, butchery, infected souls of hysteria
. You can pray to God You can pray to Allah to whomever He will not hear you he cannot hear you your empty prayer embrass yourself like some infected
I make a call So far to fall Restless craving Inundating The summer snow But it's not cold Once it's tested Thus infected I've lost myself again I'