Bm D 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 burns my hands and to the profit 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 sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest G Bm A E 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 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
