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I’m a slave to who gave a name to my body
And form to my filthy soul
I’m a slave to the money that burn my hands
And to the profits and fatigue

To the mortal breath that bends my back
And to the sperm that vibrates on my body
To the blade that will cut the soir fruit
And to the blade that will cut my throat and chest

You have to abuse me
‘Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
You have to abuse my sex
And tight your slipknot around my white neck …

I’m a slave to the mother of all pigs
And to the father of all my oppressions
To the will that erases my regrets
And to my childhood and my hidden fears

I’m a slave to the light that gives a face
To weakness and to my fallen reign
I’m a slave to the salt and the wind
That will burn my weath and my leprosy

You have to abuse me
‘Cause I could have been so and I was never able to
You have to abuse my sex
And tight your slipknot around my white neck …

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