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
Pretend to love my imperfection at least for a minute Infect my dreams with your taste You know how to enter in me You know how to softly torture
There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog That will devour my
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 profit and fatigue To the
