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Crossing the Line
03:06
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In this system where hunger and modern slavery is forcibly inherited, we must not forget that the responsibilities of the privileged must be inherited as well. The act of solidarity, in this world full of prejudice, is not a grant which someone hands out to the -quote unquote- “lesser”, but it is a must. Especially in this era; where racists, fascists, lgbti phobics, governments and multinationals are louder, more impertinent and more relentless.
We must not forget: now more than ever, we are liable to help every friend and every companion who feels desperate and powerless against this ruthless machine. It is time to stick together. It is time to stand our ground with full awareness of ourselves. It is time to rediscover who we are, and what we are up against EVERY SINGLE DAY. Like yesterday, and like tomorrow, it is the time to act. Today, is the day.
You don't have a right on my body,
You don't have a say on my soul,
And I can't believe people still have to tell you those.
Day by day I'm running out of wit,
Every second I have to hear shit-coated shit.
While forcibly being under this ongoing tradition.
So, now, it's impossible for me to define
The thin line between being conscious and self harm.
When democracy is a base for nepotism,
As reciprocation just words won’t be enough.
When a whole country is a huge sweatshop,
It doesn't matter who is more wrong.
When you think about this total madness
It’s clear that it’s partially our own fault,
But will it stop you from acting with a smile?
Last time I was singing about tragedies,
But I realized I still have a lot to come.
Because I don't have a soul to spare,
And you won't take me dead or alive!
Even if you hurt me, I’m aware of the thickness of this line
Between being conscious and self harm.
Representative democracy is nepotism,
As reciprocation just words are not enough.
Among Vans and DocMartens fanboys,
It doesn't matter who is more wrong.
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When the songs regain their meanings,
Will I again have the strength to run?
This came to my mind when I was feeling
That everyday I was getting more numb.
I can’t name if its kind of a therapy or a trauma,
And don’t know if I should take pride.
Don’t know if i’m turning more dazed,
Or if my sense of smell is gone?
Is it all my fault?
Even if its,
It’s okay to have regrets, or else how would you be the person who you are today?
Will you let yourself breathe?
My feet aren’t touching the ground again
While I am trying to decide
If all of these are happening for a cause,
Or will I drown under this tide?
But no! I’m sure that you won’t take me
Your guns won’t be enough.
Without a cell big enough to hold my spirit,
Where will you run and hide,
When my chains break & rot?
I know it is,
Wearying to be yourself with a genocide on our streets,
But we all should learn from the still clenched fists buried underneath.
What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How can you run from your own?
Somehow you proved myself to me again,
That I will never be done.
Maybe not born of, but raised by you as a taboo,
I don’t owe shit to no one!
Yeah I’m free, like I’ll always be,
Fierce, potent and consciously.
The parvenu middle class and the bourgeoisie,
We’re fueled by hopes and dreams.
But your militias run with money.
But it all has an end,
Like our lives. But I have pride in that I wont die in vain.
Because I didn’t and won’t let any god to put a name in my pain.
What’s a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What’s the point of fear if they took your home?
What’s a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How far can you run from your
Own light which shines upon,
The tombs of Abdul Halik Hazara and Bresci.
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3. |
End of the World
01:41
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We've came for finish
Roads slick slippery
Rip it off the machines
And chill out a little bit
Do says monkey
Should donkey obey?
Evolutive ideologies don't have to be true, why?
Point of view, well alters a lot
World rolls in its pace sure not give a far mind
Steal cheat repeat, yeah that's what you do
Turn around the trigger and give pull for you too
Once upon a time
There is a cold ass flower
Beholds all the animals
And shifts are only sun
Two legged dropped by
For give a sniff yet
No human can ever
Squeeze its breeze
Mountains moved
So the earth has divided
Gulp down the rivers
Gaze into the sky
A flying feather wont
Give you freedom and a
Cold ass flower
Shouldn't be dismembered
BIRDS CAN'T TALK BY THEMSELVES
Killing it will never do any good
Exchanging why do you've already got
Senseless blind little casualties
Doing nothing much in return but harm
Crashes reality within it
Wondering couldn't it be extended
What remains is only one more drop
We'll possess as long as we exist
FINISH IT
FINISH IT
FINISH IT
FINISH IT
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4. |
Can't Catch Me
02:23
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In one of these days
When the gods needs a praise
Even though I have no money or faith
They may run over me
But you can't catch me
Already told you that I have no money
Searching your own way
In a sphere in dismay
How old were you when they got you in the head?
Well It's not over for me
So you can't catch me,
Others can break, but I'm no easy
Sincerety has gone, guns loaded, aimed at your face (before dawn)
Oh where is allah when I god awful need it? Can't you see the hell we're living in?
Other fees may apply, cost of life has divided by weeks (and months)
So you can pay in peace from your shallow grave, where everybody can really crave
We're running in circles
Til death do us apart
Laughing at life while crying at night
Sometimes it's hard, and
Sometimes it's dark
It's easy to rhyme but not so to fight
Will death be my friend?
Or life lend me a hand?
Am I senile or am I depressed?
Well It's not over for us
So we can try again!
I believe in happiness, I believe in my friends
Sincerety has gone, guns loaded, aimed at your face (before dawn)
Oh where is allah when I god awful need it? Can't you see the hell we're living in?
Other fees may apply, cost of life has divided by weeks (and months)
So you can pay in peace from your shallow grave, where everybody can really crave
I see them coming back to me, I hear them calling me
Chasing my tail, hugging my leg, hanging from my sleeve
Kill me whenever, lock me forever
I'll always be free
My soul's for me, not sold for money
So you can't catch me
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5. |
17
03:43
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Ben onyedimde değildim
Daha önce fark ettim
Her kulağın duymadığını.
Gözlerim her gün kanardı,
Ama bir o kadar da karaydı,
Güneşin içine içine bakarken.
Bana beni satmaya çalışanlar nerde kaldı?
Gözlerim beynimin içine yol aldı.
Bana doğrunu göstersen,
Sana bir güzel siktir çeksem,
Yarına hazır olacak mısın?
Biz sadece yarını değil, şimdiyi de istiyoruz.
Kimsenin eline değil, gökyüzüne bakıyoruz.
Yokuşlar olmasa manzaralar da olmazdı.
Bugün hoş gördüklerimiz
Yarın meşrulaştıracaktır
Bize yapacaklarınızı.
Dört duvarım varken beşi yıkıldı,
Yıldızların ne önemi kaldı
Güneş beynimin içini eritirken?
Bana seni satmaya çalışanlar nerde kaldı?
Alnının akı bağırsaklarından mı taştı?
Bana kim olduğumu söylesen,
Sana bir güzel siktir çeksem,
Yarına hazır olacak mısın?
Biz sadece yarını değil, şimdiyi de istiyoruz.
Kimsenin eline değil, gökyüzüne bakıyoruz.
Biz sadece yarını değil, şimdiyi de alıyoruz.
Kimsenin eline değil, gökyüzüne bakıyoruz.
Zaman durmaz, her sabah yeniden doğmam gerek,
Yeniden doğmak içinse her gün ölmek.
Zaman durmaz, her sabah yeniden doğmam gerek,
Yeniden doğmak için de her gün ölmek,
Çok zor.
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Not sure if I suffer enough,
To rise against what’s killing me.
Or I’m just not alive enough,
To feel the bullets piercing in.
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not make believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
Wounds I have will surely heal,
(But) The sight of your scars will still kill.
Your cries echo in my skull,
Your gunshots are under my skin.
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not make believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
When the graves and cells are full of hope,
Their every murder is a genocide.
Maybe we spend too much time thinking,
About who’s gonna be left alive?
But whose decision is it to make?
Is it yours or the worlds they atrociously created?
Did it ever occur to you that you rule your own world?
Don’t you know that it’s our time?
We’ll say it again,
Did it ever occur to you that you rule your own world?
Don’t you know that it’s our time?
My eyes are numb,
My legs are number,
But I feel, I’m not made believe.
And your hymns,
Carved in our heads,
Still comply to the souls, you’re trying to heave.
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B.Y.B.Ş.Y
01:31
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Bugün yapcak bir şeyim yoktu, ben de yürüdüm.
6 saat çok boştu, ben de yürüdüm.
Şimdiki telefonlar benden akıllı,
Nerde olduğumu bilirler ben kaybolmuşken.
Sırt çantam yükümden daha hafif,
Ama beni görenler üzülürler, çantamı karıştırırlarken.
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8. |
Clash
01:10
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Nothing is real
Just mere fantasy
How about kicking
Endless hypocrisy
Crying out loud
See what makes a human being
It's just starting
And I've got so much to say
Got bored of being alive
With something to left behind
Is that the point of living
Which any of this remains
When there is no one tell
Hungry big pockets never lie
Waiting in line to pay you fine
With kind heart and a smile of warmth
All you've gotta do is cut your arm
So that was the case all along
Simple extraction of everything
Considering he will be the king
Why not it slicks and gets gibberish
Like a flying pigeon on the sky
Shitting right into your eye
Got bored of being alive
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9. |
Eğitimin Önemi
02:32
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Ormanda bir bașıma
Oturmuș düşünüyorum
Şu ağacın altında
Ben nerdeyim, ben nerdeyim
Ama bana kimse cevap vermiyor
Bir iki üç dört
Eğitim önemli
Beş altı yedi sekiz
Biz adamı çiki çiki
Dokuz dokuz
Bu akşam evde yokuz
Köpek koşuyor
Ve kedi miyavlıyor
Kuş kanatlarını açmış
Gökyüzünde süzülüyor
Kafamı yana çevirdim ve
Polis bana bakıyor
Copunu havaya kaldırmış
Koş koş bağırıyor
Koşayım koşayım
Polis amca koşayım
Nereye gitsem aynı durum
Söyle bana n'apayım
Buralar hep dutlukmuș
Diyor atalarımız
Nasıl aynasız doldu
Yine polis şamarı
Bir iki üç dört
Eğitim önemli
Beş altı yedi sekiz
Biz adamı çiki çiki
Dokuz dokuz
Bu akşam evde yokuz
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Duruyorum yine, bu akşam
Ekrana bakmıyorum en azından,
Ama duvarlarda gözüm kalmış.
Bakıyorum yine, bulutlara
Yıldızlar hep onların arkasında,
Binalar benim baş ucumda.
Devlet meseleleri beni aşar,
Aynaya ne zaman baksam yolum şaşar,
Beynim kadar küçük dünyamda
Saatler hep durmuş
Beni bilen kaybolmuş
Saatler hep durmuş
Beni soran kaybolmuş
Uzanıyorum yine, yatağımda
Yapıştım kaldım çarşafıma,
Çünkü yastığım benden sıkılmış.
Biliyorum yine kalkamıycam,
Günler geçiyor aklımın ucundan,
Hiç ben bile geçmezken.
Devlet meseleleri beni aşar,
Aynaya ne zaman baksam yolum şaşar,
Beynim kadar küçük dünyamda
Saatler hep durmuş
Beni bilen kaybolmuş
Saatler hep durmuş
Beni soran kaybolmuş
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11. |
My Feet Hurt
02:28
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I don’t wanna clean any table,
I just wanna go home to sleep, tonight
Well I was feeling a bit off today.
If you look into my eyes again
You can see that I’m in decay.
But a spark of hope is on its way.
You can tell me that things will be worse,
But it doesn’t really matter to me,
Because I was never meant to be.
The bones you throw will be bit,
By a dog that you’ve never bet,
That it knew how to fly your jets.
I don’t wanna feel like I’m rising from death
When I’m dying.
I don’t wanna catch bullets for your self consciousness.
Time flies when they stick their fingers in my eyes.
But when I’m crying,
I got no tear left to spare to them.
You can say that I’ll be blamed,
But it really doesn’t matter to me,
I’m not searching for a secondhand dignity.
I don’t care about who I am,
This place doesn’t matter to me,
These flags don’t fly for me.
I don’t wanna feel like I’m rising from death
When I’m dying.
I don’t wanna catch bullets for your self consciousness.
Time flies when they stick their fingers in my eyes.
But when I’m crying,
I got no tear left to spare to them.
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12. |
Apathy
03:42
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Bulletproof as I was
Still shaking from the headshot
Staring at the ceiling
Concussed and I'm pinned down
Beating my own mascot
Feel like warm beer in a cold spot
Violent commentaries
Try to keep me locked up
As cold as stainless steel but I think my rust still shows
As I let my cruel imagination take the wheel
Nothing will really hurt when everything's a joke
Well I'm afraid I already know how that one goes
It doesn't make me laugh
Sneaking out the backyard
Cruising up around town
Voices all familiar
Echoing all around
Ran into an old friend
The train of thought that i lost
Told me he'd been waiting
Then ran me into the asphalt
As cold as stainless steel but I think my rust still shows
As I let my cruel imagination take the wheel
Nothing will really hurt when everything's a joke
Well I'm afraid I already know how that one goes
It doesn't make me laugh
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