|
I renounce you - and your love |
|
Now worthless since cold |
|
Like the secret purpose who made me serve |
|
Father, you who - want me to unfold |
|
In some other world |
|
You - who always change your name |
|
And call to arms in some iron game |
|
You who refuse to step aside |
|
As we toast - the blushing bride |
|
I despise you - brother, you who wished to kill |
|
All those dressed in rags |
|
Look who's hiding now so still |
|
Behind red flags - It's you |
|
who fought to throw the blacks |
|
Off our sands and back |
|
Into the sea - no, it ain't me - I protest you - I detest you |
|
I renounce you - and the beasts Of prey you admire |
|
And I defy you and all traitors alike |
|
And I hereby betray you who always |
|
Crack up under fire |
|
And make this flame breathe stone |
|
I deny you - mother, you who won't seek |
|
The memory within - Yet who swore not to rise by sin |
|
Now there's blood dripping from your teeth |
|
Unto my skin beneath, into this hand of mine |
|
You who always betray time |
|
With false urgencies |
|
You - abandoned by your gods and laws |
|
And by your church with its borrowed myths |
|
Now you try to hang on to this - And beg for more |
|
In vain - it won't feel the same |
|
You - so talented - so gifted |
|
Yet you see it as a curse or worse |
|
As a sentence that - cannot be lifted |
|
I reject you - for I have failed you |
|
My teachers who somehow |
|
Taught me to listen and to shout |
|
Teachers, I need you more than anyone |
|
More than ever now |
|
I beg you - not to judge me |