Bastard Angel

Its embarassing to see you wawe 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 and 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 for sperm and blood

A bastard angel will take me away from
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 hands will leave me
Bleeding on the floor

Walk around my smashed skull
Walk 'round my disabled strenght
I don't want to die
So I can see you your flesh crumble you 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've no memory
Because I never will...