Elle viendra quand-même [English translation]

Death doesn't give a fuck about your life

If you didn't pack your bag, it will still come get you

I wish I could believe in miracles, magic tricks

It's a little a bit of tricks and a lot of staging

Death doesn't give a fuck about your life...

Often, the coldness of the truth come kiss me

Nothing makes sense we can only watch the time flying by

Not long ago, I couldn't imagine myself dying

The more the hourglass flows the less it seems abstract

Anguish, in the middle of night cold blood

The hardest part isn't the nightmare it's the next moment

"the moment of clarity"

Where I'm convinced that there is only a big emptiness when Death come take you

People are so into their daily grind

Their end ? How come they accept it so well ?

Everything seems so absurd, almost ironic

Live a life so perfect as if dying was the next logical

Death hunts me like I'm almost becoming Gothic

I read Scientific Chronicles , see advanced bionic body

Big Bang theory, evolution, prehistorical men

Facing the mystical, esoteric, cosmic delusions

Chose your way between Kurt Cobain and Buddha

2 ways to get the Nirvana

Every time I watch the stars I'm thinking "Do not hope too much"

It's only air, it's better to make a wish in front of your plasma screen

I'm thinking about Death most of the time

Maybe because I'm smoking since 15 years old

Maybe because I'm spitting blood

Powerless, If God doesn't exist I was brewing wind

If God does exist is still not reassuring

It's written black on white

At this big competition to get Heaven we will go but surely not in the same boat.

I have trouble believing the Bible even though I like his teachings

Death is the finale, sleep is training

I fear the Reaper, the King of Shadows

Fear of the second hand, to the speed at which the seconds pass

Before I can leave, I will be asked explanations about my actions

I'm getting ready for the responses

I'm repairing the tiles before the roof collapses

The more I get close from happiness the more I'm scared that Death come gets me

As if I was afraid of going blind after the sun goes out

Are my beliefs and thoughts are mine ?

Or Am I still influenced by 2,000 years of Christian education ?

Too much ego to believe that the Earth will still go around without my presence but I remember that I can't remember anything before I was born

I believe in the sixth sense, sub psychotropic visions

I think your brain go nuts when you are stressing out or when you did to many drugs

I only believe in the truth of the microscopes

The one that says that everything is over when there's no more mountains on the oscilloscope

I wish I had hope to believe in the supernatural

Having the comfort to defer to the grace of Heaven

My grandfather has tears on his of his eyes

Because he knows the cruelty of being part of the human race

It won't have no tunnel, no light, no river, no angel after Death takes you

Yet it will come anyway