AMOK

I don’t feel well, stressed about my job

I want to run and kill

I need a drink even a drop

I pretend that everything is fine

I’ll commit massacres

I’m drowning in a glass of wine

I’m losing my soul

My life is filled with agressions

Submissions in the work place

Now frustrations go back to the surface

Suddenly I feel I’m going down

In my dreams I kill everyone

I cannot do anything to change

One day I will take my great revenge

I can’t go home anymore

Because I feel like a whore

In the eyes I’m afraid to watch them

Everyone I love

I don’t know what could happen

I’m losing my soul

My life is filled with agressions

Submissions in the work place

Now frustrations go back to the surface

Can you hear the voices

What do you think about this

do they come back from the void of my choices

What do you think about this

Looking for the knife, I lose contact with life

Escaping the world, it’s gonna be alright

Dementia is approaching

I’ve been on the safe side, but now I’m gonna be astray

Written by Jean-Bernard FLORES

Proofreader : Paul-Thomas CESARI