No longer is the state my cradle No longer does it pave the way My state exists to deceive me No longer my saving grace My state it is but a machine This machine will bleed my body clean My body is one, my flesh is cold No longer is the state my home No longer the will of stone Aside tax and poverty I plead for riches of dreams The last that should befall me In the life in which I am naïve My body is one, my flesh is cold