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It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag
When you try to give yourself a navigated tone
You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick
You'd like it but it will not work
You try to make me feel guilty for never never having had
An identity, a defined and conformed middle class sexuality
All the uniforms are shit
All the ideals are shit
Love and this nation have forced us
In a chain of sperm and blood
A bastard angel will take me away from the fat tummy of God
He will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest
A bastard angel will lick my wound while your hand will leave me
While your hand will leave me bleeding on the floor
Walk around my smashed skull
Walk around my disabled strength
I don't want to die
So I can see you your flesh crumble, your chest open
The right road's the lie of intellectual and criminals
Love won't give life to
The children we've never had
Love won't give life to this job that will bury us
Dissidents, passionate lovers, and combed proud soldiers
Don't ask me more questions because I have no memory
Because I never will
A bastard angel will take me away from the fat tummy of God
He will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest
A bastard angel will lick my wound while your hand will leave me
While your hand will leave me bleeding on the floor
You leave me bleeding
You leave me bleeding
You leave me bleeding
Bleeding on the floor
You leave me bleeding
You leave me bleeding
You leave me bleeding
Bleeding on the floor
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