Spiritual Front A Bastard Angel
It's 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
