I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soulnI'm a slave to the money that burn my hands and to the profit and fatiguenTo the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm vibrates on my bodynTo the blade that will cut the sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chestnnYou have to abuse men'Cause I could have been sonAnd I was never able tonYou have to abuse my sexnAnd tight your slipknot around my white necknnI'm a slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of all my oppressionsnTo the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fearsnI'm a slave to the light that gives a face to my weakness and to my fallen reignnI'm slave to the salt and the wind that will burn my wheat and my leprosy