Schizophrenia (Mental Suicide) — Alastis

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...