Running amok, sometimes referred to as simply amok (also spelled amuk, from the Malay meaning "mad with uncontrollable rage") is a term for a killing spree perpetrated by an individual out of rage or resentment over perceived mistreatment.
The syndrome of "Amok" is found in the DSM-IV TR.
The phrase is often used in a less serious manner in relation to someone or something that is out of control and causing trouble (e.g., a dog tearing up the living room furniture might be said to be running amok). Such usage does not imply murderous actions, and any emotional implications (e.g., rage, fear, excitement) must be gleaned from context.
Amok originated from the Malay word mengamuk, which roughly defined means “to make a furious and desperate charge”. According to Malay culture, amok was rooted in a deep spiritual belief. They believed that amok was caused by the hantu belian, which was an evil tiger spirit that entered one’s body and caused the heinous act. As a result of the belief, those in Malaysian culture tolerated amok and dealt with the after effects with no ill will towards the assailant.
Plot
America's 7th Best Superhero Team, the Specials, are a group of geeks and oddballs. We get to see one day in their lives as fan and new member Nightbird joins the group, just in time for the group to get a new line of action figures. But the members' extreme personalities and personal issues threaten to rip the group apart.
Keywords: action-figure, adulteress, adultery, alarm-clock, antenna, blue-skin, boyishness, breakfast, changing-size, cheating-on-husband
Before They Could Save the World, They Had to Save Themselves.
They're Not Incredible, They're Just Special
Not as good as regular superheroes, but slightly better than you.
It doesn't take much to save the world.
Not as good as other superheroes, but definitely better than you.
Minute Man: The great thing about not getting the person that you love is that you can still think about that person and masturbate, which is essentially the same thing.
Deadly Girl: Ted might have been right about some things. Like drinking; last week I got drunk at a bar mitzvah, unthinkingly summoned forth demons and... they ate a kid.
Deadly Girl: I used to think I didn't need a family. I mean, I had the demons and the walking skeletons. But the difference between a walking skeleton and a kid is, a kid won't eat the soft parts of your face while you're sleeping.
The Weevil: I've had superpowers longer than anyone in the Specials, I think - which explains why I'm the only one with a Pez dispenser with a little me on it.
Minute Man: The one thing that happened that sucked was that I lost my shrinking ability for two weeks, like a flu bug, or... I mean, I didn't lose them entirely. I was able to shrink down to about four-foot-five. But just being short isn't really a superpower.
Amok: Sex? It's difficult. I get charged up, the anti-matter starts flying, next thing you know I'm humping a chick without an ass. I shoulda just stayed home.
The Weevil: My old man used to say that love is what happens when you fail at living life on your own. He was gay, so what did he know?
U.S. Bill: This is the basement. Want to see the furnace?::Nightbird: That's okay.::U.S. Bill: It's hot. Don't press your face against it for too long or you get red streaks on you for, like, a month.
Minute Man: What's it like, summoning demons?::Deadly Girl: They do your will, and that makes you feel good about yourself.
Ms. Indestructible: Every morning I look down and I'm wearing boots with lightning bolts on them and I think... where did I make the wrong turn?
It slipped my mind
And for a time
I felt completely free
Oh what a troubled
Silent, poor boy
A pawn into a queen
I laugh now
But later's not so easy
I've gotta stop
The will is strong
But the flesh is weak
Guess that's it
I've made my bed
And I'm lying in it
I'm still hanging on
Bird upon the wires
I fall between the waves
Ooooohhhhhhh
I avoid your gaze
Pattern out of phase
A pawn into a queen
Ooooohhhhhhh
I laugh now
But later's not so easy
I've gotta stop
The will is strong
But the flesh is weak
Guess that's it
I've made my bed
And I'm lying in it
But it's eating me up
But it's eating me up
It's eating me up (If I could feel all the snakes on my heads)
It's eating me up (If I could feel all my snails on my heads)
It's eating me up (If I could feel all my snares and my nets)
Ooooohhhhhhh
I see the fragments of my dreams
Shattered on the ground
Everything is lost
I gave you everything I had
But you where never satisfied
I can't stand it anymore
I sacrificed my soul to you
Thought you could take my fucking lie
I'm too weak to carry on
But with your cold eyes full of pain
You always forced me to the ground
I have to stop it now
I see the fragments of my dreams
Shattered on the ground
Everything is lost
I gave you everything I had
But you where never satisfied
I can't stand it anymore
I sacrificed my soul to you
Thought you could take my fucking lie
I'm too weak to carry on
But with your cold eyes full of pain
You always forced me to the ground
I have to stop it now
I slap you in your face
I force you to the ground
I tear away your clothes
Want to hear you cry
I pull out my knife
Want to cut your flesh
Want to see your blood
Carve open them bones
I want to break your bones,
So you might hate this pain
Suck your brain out of your head
I pull out your eyes
I tear out your heart
I rape your fucking body
Because I know you are dead
I slap you in your face
I force you to the ground
I tear away your clothes
Want to hear you cry
I pull out my knife
Want to cut your flesh
Want to see your blood
Carve open them bones
I want to break your bones,
So you might hate this pain
Suck your brain out of your head
I pull out your eyes
I tear out your heart
I rape your fucking body
Because I know you are dead
I slap you in your face
I force you to the ground
I tear away your clothes
Want to hear you cry
I pull out my knife
Want to cut your flesh
Want to see your blood
Carve open them bones
I want to break your bones,
So you might hate this pain
Suck your brain out of your head
I pull out your eyes
I tear out your heart
I rape your fucking body
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
'cuz 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
'cuz I will run...
Amok
Amok
Amok
Godforsaken listless fuck
Amok
Amok
Amok
You are running out of luck
Dreh dich nicht um,
Der nackte Wahn greift um sich, kalter Schweiß und Paranoia
Die letzte Pille war nicht das, was du gerade wolltest
Die letzte Pille kommt dich ziemlich teuer
Weißt du - wo dich der Wahnsinn hinkatapultiert
Weißt du - wo die Reise hingeht und wie sie endet
Bist du soweit, dann mach dich fertig fÜrs Finale
Man hat dich fÜrs Endspiel auserkoren
Lass den Körper hinter dir,
Besuch dich selbst im Wahnsinn
Den Weg zurÜck längst aus den Augen verloren
Weißt du, - ob dieser Ausflug jemals endet
Hast wohl,- nicht gewußt was auf dich zukommt, was weißt du
Und Irgendwo im Nirgendwo ist Endstation
Um Längen Übers Ziel hinaus rotieren die Gedanken
Diese Reise hattest du nie gebucht
Der Wahn hat dich im WÜrgegriff
Zerschlägt mit dir die Schranken
Hast das Nirwana im Fleischwolf gesucht
Weißt du... Wer du bist und wie das Ziel der Reise heißt
Weißt du... Wer dich aus dem Niemandsland zurÜck holt
Guten Abflug, Gute Reise
Guten Abflug, Zähneknirschend, geradeaus im freien Fall durch das
Entsetzen
Im ungebremsten Sturzflug durch den Alptraum
Ohne Halt zur Endstation, zu spät um auszusteigen
Den Aufschlag gibts umsonst und inclusive
Hast wohl nicht gewußt, was auf dich zukommt, zu spät - Deine Koffer
sind gepackt
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 wont 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 wellfare-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 noone to call
No home and noone 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 desintegration
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
Through the world I guide my eyes in despair, hate and wrath.
One last time I will arise from you scum.
You forced me to go this way, no choice is left,
cannot lose anything anymore, living only for the moment and affection.
This night everyone's my target and my heart tells me to kill.
[Chorus:]
(Running amok, letting go my sanity.)
Now that the end is near
you're possessed by your fear,
the moon is shining bright
hell is near - how do you feel?
Are you alright?
That the end is near
you're possessed by your fear,
close to the eternal night
for your death there will be no fight
Your whole lifetime you've failed, denying to see it.
Nothing you are, nothing you will be.
When I leave this place there will be no lifeforms left,
When I wake up I will be all alone
and peace will reign the realm, pleasant,
this is the way the world should be...
[Chorus]
Nothingness, the best I can achieve, so I try,
negative result of the past made what I am.
The weapons spoke, final words cried out to the sky,
reminiscences for me on the way to
a new beginning, beautiful solitude,
to die in my last triumph.
I put so much faith into you
I trusted everybody except myself
Tales of your behaviour
Like paper in a book
You try to be my saviour
How come you can not see the truth?
I Am-oK, if I Am-oK, you see...
Don't se such a stranger -
I Am-oK, But you're in danger!
I walked for years to get this far
I have to tell you once again...
You say my dreams have all turned grey
How ignorant of you to say!
You claim that you can feel my pain
Er hätt Häng wie ne Bagger,
ess ne Kääl wie ne Baum,
er hätt ziemlich schlääsch jeschloofe,
jede Naach däselve Draum.
Er broht dä Wecker nit zo stelle, keine Termin,
die Stechuhr, die verhaßte, waat nit op ihn.
Sing Arbeit mäht jetz ne Computer, irjend`ne Chip,
hätt et kumme jesinn, doch leider nötz ihm dat nix.
Er gläuv janix mieh, alles Lüje
un em Radio singk irjendeiner vun Liebe un Triebe.
Halver Sechs un er setz ahm Köschendesch
un er fröht sich : "Wiesu ich?
All die Johre, - woor dat nix?"
un sing Phantasie läuf
Amok, wie 'ne ahnjestochne Stier,
läuf Amok, Amok, hilflos wie 'e Dier.
Er läuv Amok, och wenn et rein janix bringk,
Amok, wie en nem billije Fernsehfilm.
Dat he ess sing dritte Tass Kaffée
un sing vierte Zigarett.
Er mäht et Fröstöcksfernsehn ahn,
leis, weil sing Frau litt noch em Bett.
Er jitt sich Möh zo kapiere, wat dä Kanzler erklärt,
et fällt schwer, et konzentriere, woor widder spät.
Aach Fläsche Bier un dä letzte Müll och noch jeluhrt,
bloß nit bei ihr och noch versaare, kann et nit aff, wenn sie'n beduhrt.
"Einfach wegrationalisiere.
Wie soll ei Minsch do nit zom Zyniker weede, resigniere?"
Keine Zweck, föhlt sich wie dä letzte Dreck,
immer widder : "Wiesu ich?
All die Johre, woor dat nix?"
un sing Phantasie läuf
Amok, wie 'ne ahnjestochne Stier,
läuf Amok, Amok, hilflos wie 'e Dier.
Er läuv Amok, och wenn et rein janix bringk,
Amok, wie en 'nem billije Fernsehfilm.
A thorn without a rose
An apparition from the hungry void
A world to oppose
A dream to become destroyed
Let me sleep here
Between skulls, skin and bone
Let me dream here
Amidst my sacred throne
Earth and flesh I shall devour
Pain and bliss I shall make one
And above my scarlet tower
There shall never ever rise thy sun
Let me dream here
Amidst my sacred throne
Let me inhale fear
And feast on your holy flesh and bone
A glaring darkness has possessed my heart
A venomous tongue has learned to kill
A temple has been torn apart
It's destiny to fulfill
Random
Sparing none
Cruesome
Blinded by no sun
A thorn without a rose
An apparition from the hungry void
A world to oppose
A dream to become destroyed
Let me sleep here
Between skulls, skin and bone
Let me dream here
Amidst my sacred throne
Let me dream here
Amidst my sacred throne
Let me inhale your fear
...amok
Ich liege schlaflos im Bett mit Schweißperlen auf der Stirn
Gedanken jagen mich durch die Nacht und verwirn' meinen Kopf
Ich spüre mein Herz der Puls wird schneller
Ich bin allein schalte Licht ein es wird nicht heller
Schatten an der Wand strecken ihre Hand nach mir raus
Es scheint als lebe das ganze Haus ich muß hier raus
Nein - es - gibt - kein - zurück
Fester Entschluß, es wird geschehen was geschehen muß
(Refrain)
Hinter meinen Augen ist ein Krieg
Es liegt bei mir ob ich verlier' oder sieg'
Komm und wecke den Teufel unter meiner Schädeldecke
Das Chaos hat die Macht
Die ganze Nacht
Ich mach die Augen weit auf jetzt bin ich nicht mehr allein
Alle reden auf mich ein, Finger zeigen auf mich
Ich hör' sie lachen doch sie machen sich lächerlich
Denn gleich werden sie schrein' ha ha und dann lache ich
Weite Pupille eiserner Wille die Ruhe vor dem Sturm
Ich liebe die Panik vor der Totenstille
Unter meinem Mantel, kaltes Metall
Finger streicheln den Lauf diesmal hält mich keiner auf
(Refrain)
Jetzt ist es vorbei zu spät egal ich hatte keine Wahl
Mein Ritual der Qual war total triumphal
Puls normal die Stille die ich genieße
Es ist immer so wenn ich Blut vergieße
Keiner hätte je gedacht zu was ich fähig sein kann
Doch seht her seht mich an bin ich jetzt ein ganzer Mann ?
Mit Macht wie ein Gott über das Leben sah ich rot
Es war ein leichtes Spiel die meisten waren eh' schon tot
Ist es der Wahnsinn oder Liebe zum Haß
Was mein Blut gefrieren läßt, und meine Seele ausbrennen läßt
Wer ist schon normal und wo liegt die Grenze
Zwischen recht und unrecht gut und schlecht
Ich bin nur ein Produkt unserer Zeit, zu allem bereit
Was kann mir schon passieren ich hab' nichts zu verliern'
Wann nimmt der Krieg in den Köpfen ein Ende
Er hört nicht auf mein Amoklauf, er hört nicht auf
Er hört nicht auf der Amoklauf, er hört nicht auf
Er hört nicht auf mein Amoklauf, er hört nicht auf
Mein Amoklauf !!!