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.