All the blood that was spilled here weighs on me
But it doesn't weigh on you at all
Your eyes are dry, resigned state
You don't even mind seeing the misery at your side anymore
I live with my hate, a hate that I am grateful for
Rot before the pact with this indigestible dream
And accept and accept your military smell
And accept and accept that I am a vegetable
I spit and vomit on your resigned face
I rot before I forget because I don't forget anything
Come to my excrement syndrome
I want to vomit on you even if I'm out of breath
And I'm hot and I am marked
I tell you what I tell you with my clotted blood
I carry a weight that you cannot understand
It presses day and night torturing my temple
It drowns in the shadow of a dead
That screams at me and is mute
Drowned in the shadow of a dead man
That is embedded in my skin
I am weighed down by all the blood that was spilled here...
I spit and vomit on your resigned face...