| 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. |