[bad word] to vietnam
Back into jungles depths
Armed to the teeth
Cold blooded experienced
Mercenary payed to slaughter
Sector madness kill and destroy
Missing captives locked up
In contaminated camps
Only war of liberation
Let 'em gather fresh hope
Hostile crossfire finished 8 lives
Bowels bury me alive
Green [bad word] swallows a silhouette
I could get away

Persecution Mania, drivin' me mad
Persecution Mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution Mania, gettin' mentally ill
Persecution Mania, alarmed about my life

There are traps behind every line [bad word] zone in trench and fire
I know the danger every step
The nerve gas falls in black and white
But slowly I near my destination
Lost is our war to do justice
The brothers of people shot and died
Persecution Mania takes away my life

Something fierce
Something evil
Circles in the air