I think of death as if its near
Plan my future as if its doesnt exist
Id like to die without having lived
Disappear
without regret nor joy
Death is perhaps a delivery
Nobodys never managed to prove it
Id 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 its near
Project my future as if it doesnt exist...