Amok Lyrics - Serpent Saints - The Ten Amendments - Entombed

God is away 

It's business every fucking day 

You wanna say 

Well, I don't give a fuck 

How does it feel 

You wanna eat you gotta steal 

Keeping it real 

You're running out of luck 

Amok 

Yeah, God is away 

It's business every fucking day 

You need to pray 

I don't see you first 

How does it feel 

You wanna eat you gotta steal 

Keeping it real 

When you're about to burst 

You wanna hurt me 

You wanna bite my cock 

You're gonna make me run amok 

You wanna see me dead and buried 

You better think again 

I am the one your daughter married 

And I don't play pretend 

God is away 

It's business every fucking day 

You wanna say 

Well, I don't give a fuck 

How does it feel 

You wanna eat you gotta steal 

Keeping it real 

You're running out of luck 

You wanna hurt me 

Well, I throw the first rock 

You can't touch me - no 

'cause I will run... 

Amok 

Amok 

Amok 

You are running out of luck 

A moth will find light 

Fuck and feed 

High on power 

Firestorm greed 

You wanna see me dead and buried 

You push a lot of luck 

And now you gonna say you're sorry 

Well, I don't give a fuck 

Needless to say 

I am the one that got away 

You need to pray 

I don't see you first 

How does it feel 

You wanna eat you gotta steal 

Keeping it real 

Damnation of the cursed 

You wanna hurt me 

Well, I throw the first rock 

You can't stop me 

'cause I will run... 

Amok 

Amok 

Amok 

Godforsaken listless fuck 

Amok 

Amok 

Amok 

You are running out of luck 

Now!