We are all born good...
but what do we grow into?
you believe society poisons my blood
and that my blood stains your white blanket
which i understand , you've spent your life sowing

You hoped i would grow into a "natural man"
well...only time will tell, but you didn't like its story
leaving me with this inquiry...
"what have i become?" well i exist to feel, as does the world
however, our feelings are undoubtedly....
our naive state of mind

You believe in the "natural"
I ponder the "artificial"
i seek enlightenment....
not your oil lamp which I've thrown under the table
Ancient regime has not deprived me

.....we are all born good