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