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I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul |
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I'm a slave to the money that burn my hands and to the profit and fatigue |
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To the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm vibrates on my body |
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To the blade that will cut the sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest |
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You have to abuse me |
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'Cause I could have been so |
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And I was never able to |
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You have to abuse my sex |
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And tight your slipknot around my white neck |
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I'm a slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of all my oppressions |
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To the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fears |
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I'm a slave to the light that gives a face to my weakness and to my fallen reign |
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I'm slave to the salt and the wind that will burn my wheat and my leprosy |
