Sorry ma to disappoint you, but I can't trust your lines of hell 'n heaven 'n other lies. It was good to talk to angels, but I grew up - got wise and question since your paradise. Are you every second ready to leave the life you have with no remorse and no regret. This really makes you fearless to know you tried your best to own the moment with no debt. Sorry pa to disappoint you; just claim you lived and died. But how the hell d'you know you're right. For sure it's nice believing in rebirth, a new chance – but I rather live than talk romance. Are you every second ready to see what no one knows: the secret behind your last breath. This really makes you fearless – to know that you will learn the beauty of your own death. Maybe there is a judgement - one that I can't dare. Maybe there is a life or something that'd be fair: But I don't care! Life is a hell of a juggle. Sure enough the weak seeks help from above. But if you don't want to be let down after your struggle; press on now and share your love! You shot the bullet racing through his head I see the hatred in your eyes, you’re mad At yourself, at the world that surrounds your mind, You’re forgotten, you’re lost, you’re helpless on your own to find a way to find delight in every day you won’t question your own belief You follow blindly, hopeless thoughts of relief You’re scared of devils that’ll haunt your trail The dreams that force submission every day you think there must be more to life than live your are condemned to fail You lie to hide your soul, you cry just when you’re on your own You kill to find a better life you're fucked to think it’s somewhat right If you don’t fear the evil There is no room left for gods It’s your choice to stay primeval Just don’t bother me with your flaws If you don’t fear the evil No! There is no room left for gods Make up your own thoughts You shot the bullet racing through his head I see the hatred in your eyes, you’re dead Inside, you bleed with pride, you wish you were the other side You failed to show your love you feel just hate that dominates your faith but you still remain to be naive You follow blindly, hopeless thoughts of relief Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,
 Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
 J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.
 Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
 Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
 Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
 Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
 Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
 Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
 Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.