Its 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