"i'm a slave to who gave a name
to my body and form
to my filthy soul
i'm slave to the money that burn hands
and to the profit and fatigue
to the mortal breath that bends my back
and to the sperm vibrates on my body
to the blade that will cut the soir fruit
and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest
you have to abuse me 'cause i could have been so and i was never able to
you have to abuse my's ex and tight your slipknot around my white neck
i'm a slave to the mother of all pigs
and to the father of my all oppressions
to the will that erases my regrets
and to my childhood and my hidden fears
i'm a slave to the light that gives a face to weakness
and to my fallen reign i'm slave to theto the salt
and the wind that will burn my weath and my leprosy
you have to abuse me 'cause i could have been so and i was never able to
you have to abuse my's ex and tight your slipknot around my white neck "
Spiritual Front - Slave
"it's embarassed 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 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
while your hands 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 intelectualls 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
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
while your hands will leave me
bleeding on the floor
you'll leave me bleeding
you'll leave me bleeding
you'll leave me bleeding
bleeding on the floor"
Spiritual Front - Bastard Angel
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