| I grew up amid the cries
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| In a house with a rusted tin roof
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| I have no story to tell, just a name
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| A quickly forgotten name
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| From my childhood
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| There is not much to say
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| Except that I feel happy today
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| To have lost most of it
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| My past seems hazy
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| Bad dreams I can’t relate to reality
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| I seek the meaning of it all
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| To overcome absurdity
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| I grew up among the insane
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| In a parallel dimension
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| Where madness doesn’t exist
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| It took me many years to understand
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| I grew up with other children
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| In a playground where I played little
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| A prison I would gladly dynamited
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| A school where I learned disgust
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| I grew up day after day taming fear
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| A fear gripped to the belly
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| Shaking the nerves like a rabid dog
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| The fear of not being loved
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| The fear of being lost inside a maze
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| The fear that the world collapses tomorrow
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| The fear of being left alone forever
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| With this stranger
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| I see every morning in the mirror
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| I grew up in the tumultuous nights
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| Which sometimes ended
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| When two drunkards engaged in a fight
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| I saw all kinds of excesses
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| I saw people destroy themselves
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| Because they were happy to be alive
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| I saw people crawling for a line of coke
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| And never stand up again
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| I saw men fuck it all up in one evening
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| I saw young age too quickly
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| Because they have seen too much
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| I grew up within my room
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| Four walls without windows
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| With a black and white TV
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| I watched horror movies
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| And had no serious project
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| Apart from becoming a serial killer
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| Or the next Messiah
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| But I wanted not so much
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| And at night, under the covers
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| In the dark, sheltered world
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| I imagined that I was not me
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| I wanted to be anybody
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| Except me |