Schizophrenia (Mental Suicide)

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...