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