LYRIC

Amok:

There's a whispering cloud in my head
And some sort of hate that makes me blind
For all this beauty all around
And the smiling faces that destruct my mind
I won't be quiet anymore
I will break the arms that hold me still
I'll work again but for myself
And this town here is my place to till

I love these people of this welfare-state
Who sent me to Vietnam in '64
Where I learned to hide to fight to kill
And where I became a child of that war
I love their eyes and their crazy hate
That scared my heart when I returned
And I even love the nightmare voices
Of the slant-eyed children that I burned

No job no girl no chance to be free
No telephone and no one to call
No home and no one who dares to care
My life is a tunnel that becomes to small
So I walk through my own damnation
Followed by faces that I'll never know
Someone speaks 'bout disintegration
But I pray for the first stone to throw

Oh Lord, please let them hear
Oh Lord, or I'll make them fear
Oh Lord, open their hearts
Oh Lord, my amok-run starts

Kill while you may
Kill while you may
Kill while you may
Kill while you may

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