It's embarra**ing 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 cla** s**uality All the uniforms are sh** All the ideals are sh** Love and this nation have forced us In a chain of s**m and blood A ba*tard angel will take me away from the fat tummy of God He will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest A ba*tard 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, pa**ionate lovers, and combed proud soldiers Don't ask me more questions because I have no memory because I never will