Every day this nausea of life is growing   Deep inside my sickening mind   Like a cancer these torments weaken me   And will undeniably endanger my life someday      Too proud to confess these sufferings   I keep on walking with these thorns beneath my feet   Yet the wounds are still there and torture me   Finally they become completly infected      So many loveless nights I have spent   Shedding all the tears from my body   So many times I have tried to hide   These signs of weaknesses on my face      Je voudrais atteindre l'ataraxie que je mérite tant.   L'absence d'émotions dans cette âme mourante   Qui saura me libérer enfin de ces tourments.