Bastards Lyrics

I wear proudly all the marks on the body
Yes, I am still listening
I want to believe someone
Whom deepest desire is
Transforming man into a toy
And punishing him for it

I trust in you
Whose mission is
Distraction, humiliation and abuse
The most expensive meat in the world

Bastards!

Show me there're things
That we cannot repair
Show me the soul
of a broken toilet toy

I do not promise obedience
As I do not have to, yet
But I remember everything
And still I like the marks on my body
Broken again.