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