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...