The Stress Factor
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 From Letras Mania