Poema Anarcus - 51% Dead lyrics

Could you cook my pride? Please season it with rage Then let me feed off it I will become your slave An ancient formula used To dominate nihilist dogs To break their strongest fangs And then leave them dying Power of defeat Makes you wake up But only like a half 51% dead Half zombie, half man Stench begins to grow As the deepest feelings Turn to the coldest lust Parents love their sons The father brings food for all Sick creatures, parasites and the great who*e Happy life goes on Far away we waste our feelings Blind for a lifetime To k** us, far away from the light, my partners Almost Dead my friends Through torture could we find our freedom?