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...