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Monday, 04 December 2006 |
PROFILE:
Daniel is an average guy. Forty-four years of age. He lived a regular life with his family. After changing jobs a couple of times he was most recently employed as paramedic. Mentally, it was a challenging job. He had to deal with both seriously injured people and dying children on a daily basis. It was a hard time for him but he thought that it was a part of the job at the time, so he tried to push his feelings aside and continue his new routine. However, after a while, it started eating away at him. He felt responsible for the death of people that they didn?t reach in time, or weren?t able to save for other reasons. As the guilt grew, he became a bigger and bigger mess. When it became obvious that it was causing the family to function improperly, he went seeking for professional help. Resigning from his job was of course the first thing he did, but is wasn?t sufficient to bring his old life back. He was voluntarily admitted to the asylum where he calms down and accepts and gets over his badly chosen job.
LYRICS:
Sometimes I react, too late to face the fact.
Not aware it was incorrect to continue with.
I slowly changed into a shame.
It was better to get help, try to stop the feeling I'm the one to blame.
One man, one soul. Free my mind.
It's not my goal. Free my mind.
Just a kid said "if I have no chance to live,
tell my mum 'Goodbye' and say I'm sorry that I died."
And I still see his wounded face. I had the job for way too long.
It has driven my insane.
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