After I Was Born

A place without the bones and the wallets

Where colours reach the world, there’re no targets

A place above the chords and the ballets

Where kings aren’t even close to the valets

Plain wise

A place that abhors gold and the permits

Where children don’t grow old and delusive

A place where libido isn’t pain

Where guys are all deformed and revolting

Where love isn’t even worth to relive

And passing is a cause for rejoicing

After

I was

Born

After

I was

Born

A place where she can glow, slow glory

And lies grab all her truth in a valley

The myth is not a hearse, it’s a showcase

A tremble in a war, casus belli

And nature in its soul is abusive

And teachers, it’s all your fault if he’s disruptive

A place without the means, nor the baddies

Where turmoil isn’t prone to excitement

After

I was

Born

After

I was

Born

A place without the goals and the wallets

Where ego isn’t foamed to the summit

A place without the shows and the merits

Where no one needs to die for a starlet

After

I was

Born

After

I was

Born