No Nacere

My duty is to swim
So much flesh can give me
The voice to speak
I felt my neck tighten
Hearing you moan freedom
Being vile is never moral
Make it clear, mother, I won't be born
Among fields of flowers
Blood of beasts
Make yourself believe that I’m
The price you have to pay
Vomit and control
Squeeze tight, father
I won't be born
Among fields of flowers
Blood of beasts
I won't be born
Among fags and flowers
Blood and beasts