I think of death as if it`s near

Plan my future as if it`s doesn`t exist

I`d like to die without having lived

Disappear without regret nor joy

Death is perhaps a delivery

Nobody`s never managed to prove it



I`d like to have no future

Kill without remorse even friends

Be an animal without faith nor law



Mad, I begin to be mad



I feel my nerves that are cracking

I want to weep and to laugh

An interior force pushes me to suicide

An other one pushes me to folly

I think of death as if it`s near

Project my future as if it doesn`t exist...