Each symbol of a state wields high up in the air
For what the fuck are you proud? Is it...
The senseless killing and the might you provide
Which is dragging me down.

Stars, lanes, spots; they re all made of cloth,
Symbolising power, might, and control.
Today for me...
The flag has an unpleasant taste.

I m ashamed of you! You who rules the world
And not those who create it! Fuck!!
Two different ways of, two different total fucking ways
Of thinking which are dragging me down.

Dragging me down! Down!
Dragging me down! Down!
Dragging me...

Why is it that when I m thinking of a flag
That it just brings me down to the raped ground of human past.
You want to break me, you want to hit me.
It this your only force to change me?
A one-way ticket with no way out,
There is no need of your national price!
One world / no nation.
We re humanity!

Stars, lanes, spots; they re all made of cloth,
Symbolising power, might, and control.
Today for me...
The flag has an unpleasant taste. Yeah.