Toxic - Pripjat

Thrash metal maniacs

There is tension in the air

The chords are taut

It’s time to hit the snare

Like the sweetest drug

We all go insane

The hunger for the noise

Is blocking our senses

It’s time to hit the stage

To see the crowd go wild

Nothing matters more

Like a mother for a child

We depend on thrash

It’s our way to live

No room for compromises

We breathe for the riff

We Die!

Thrash overdose

We Die!

Cause it’s fucking toxic!

Caught in a mosh

Fight for your life

Raise your fist

The fight can begin

Fuck your way

Fuck your trends

Fuck your style

Fuck your idols

It’s time to hit the stage

To see the crowd go wild

Nothing matters more

Like a mother for a child

We Die!

Thrash overdose

We Die!

Cause it’s fucking toxic!