The Stress Factor - Altar

I need control of time

My head’s exploding now

I’ve lost the grip of it

It’s getting out of hand

It’s overwhelming me

Schedule is full of shit

Can’t someone spare me now

I’m getting sick of it

I know I made that promise

To help you out

Of your sorrow

Stop haunting me

Today is not tomorrow

The stress factor

The new world disaster

This is the age of panic

We want to live it faster

Day by day this social cancer

Sure will take us one by one

An epidemic that will surely

Take millions

Together we create this

Circle of priorities

United we will end up

In this pool of misery