Martyr Rome

Why was I born in my body and not in
My brother's body?

Grease up your act and get ready
For the man
Suck him off slow and spit it on the wall

I said, grease up your act and get ready
Fot the man!
Weak what wants -
The master’s come to call

And you will pay for the mad dances
He piped
Kneel for your mother's meat
Come swallow my price

You might grow up to see
That each man has his way
To betray your dream

I'll be the anguish inside you
I’m coming down your mud well
Now let's see the nuns move so well

Now calm your breath
In the noise and foam
Under the stares of hungry people
Waiting to take control