Amok

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