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In this age of rapid change, We've got so many new strains of the man-made pain. We've got the stress, the pressure and duress, Neuroses and psychoses in clinical tests, Got the prescription for children's Ritalin - And it's risen 700% in a five year period. That's a serious invasion of mental terrain. You've got a nation of slightly sedated brains That have been raised up on television, Have been propped up and forced to watch it Since they was infants. Feed them the multiple edits per second Then wonder why they grow up with "attention deficit"? Let's be correct: this is not an illness, It's a reaction to the state that their world's in And, just as sure as their brains've been fucked, Ain't no drug out there that'll cover that shit up. Hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole That gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, SongtexteGets in your soul. Happiness now comes in a tablet. We got all the pills and caplets That'll keep you from snapping and from flipping When the stress gets to you, fucks with you. Got the symptoms? They got a prescription: These pharmaceuticals that will cure the blues Of the suburban subdivision-livin' businessmen and women, Pills that'll fill in the holes in the souls of millions When just living has got you wired, yeah, Over-stimuli'd so much in your ears and in your eyes That you're prescribed, It's designed to smooth the edges and Get you off the ledges and Back in the yard trimming the hedges. Yeah, what an invention! What a useful tool! 'Cause, as the world falls to pieces at least we'll be keeping our cool Taking so many drugs to cover up for living within such a sinful culture. Hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole in your soul. Nothin' gonna fill the hole That gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, Gets in your soul, Gets in your soul. Aus Songtexte Mania