Bastard Angel
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated toneYou fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dickYou'd like it but it will not workYou try to make me feel guilty for never never having hadAn identity, a defined and conformed middle class sexuality
All the uniforms are shitAll the ideals are shitLove and this nation have forced usIn a chain of sperm and blood
A bastard angel will take me away from the fat tummy of GodHe will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chestA bastard angel will lick my wound while your hand will leave meWhile your hand will leave me bleeding on the floor
Walk around my smashed skull; walk around my disabled strengthI don't want to die so I can see you your flesh crumble, your chest openThe right road's the lie of intellectual and criminals; love won't give life toThe children we've never had; love won't give life to this job that will bury usDissidents, passionate lovers, and combed proud soldiersDon't ask me more questions because I have no memory because I never will