I -Uyanış

Sanki yıllarca uyumuş gibi uyandım. Bütün bedenim tutulmuştu. Ayağa kalktığımda dengemi sağlayamadım, tekrar geri oturdum. İçinde olduğum bu yer hakkında hiçbir şey bilmediğimi farkettim. Bastığım yer topraktı. Yatağım alçak ve sertti. Dışarıyı görmeyişime rağmen kaosun kokularını alabiliyordum. Kadın ve çocukların panik içindeki bağırışmaları bu çadırımsı yapıdan içeri sızıyordu. Mevsimde bir sonbahar havası vardı. Isınmak için yakılan odun nefese dönüşen havaya güzel bir tat vermişti. Bastığım yerin serinliği ateş gibi yanan ayaklarım için bir uyanış hediyesi oldu. Uyandığım yerden öte , kendim hakkında da pek bir şey hatırlamıyordum. Nedense insan kendisi hakkındaki sorgulamaları en ön planda tutmuyor. Kendimi hatırlamadan da yaşamaya devam edebilirim sanırım. Düşünmek boş geldiğinde ayağa kalktım. İçeriye ışığı sızdıran çıkışın nerde olduğunu buldum ve ona doğru hareket ettim...

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11- dead heart, in a dead world

to see the last survivor fall
to see their bastards sons against the wall
to see the emptiness as we decay
i see the world is dead, i am betrayed

dead heart in a dead world
dead heart in a dead world

this rotten hole that i call home bled dry again
this lesion marked upon my soul
left an empty hanging man

across the fields, into the sea
to find the light from within
out of this lake i've tried to crawl
i think i'm there and then again i fall
again i fall

burn your gods and kill the king
subjugate your suffering
dead heart, in a dead world

we must remember wounds so deep
take time to heal
and sometimes though we struggle still
life seems surreal

emotions turned to cold dead wood
can still have life once more
the door that slammed upon your heart
torn away, torn away

burn your gods and kill the king
subjugate your suffering
dead heart, in a dead world
burn your gods and kill the king
subjugate your suffering
dead heart, in a dead world
dead heart, in a dead world

10- believe in nothing

into a strange new world,into the after
all your tears might find you've fallen too far
take another look,take another ride
can't we make them leave the hate behind

and i still believe in nothing
will we ever see the shape of tomorrow?

into the empty storm,into the formless loss of hope,
where we can forget the game

and i still believe in nothing
will we ever see the cure for our sorrow

nothing is sacred when no one is saved
nothing's forever so count your days
nothing is final and no one is real
pray for tomorrow and find your empty still

nothing

09- insignificant

ours is not to question the reasons why
crippled indecision repeats the path i once denied
insignificant, am i?

the color of sundown, of crimson sky
the beauty that breaks down
and gives the day unto the night

and then one day you'll realize
just a speck in a spectrum
insignificant, am i?
and then one day, you'll realize
the beauty that breaks down
never learns the reason why

scan my horizon as blue turns to black
the sky is gone again
and all beneath are born to die
insignificant, am i?

and then one day you'll realize
just a speck in a spectrum
insignificant, am i?
and then one day, you'll realize
the beauty that breaks down
never learns the reason why

08- the sound of silence

hello darkness, my old friend,
i've come to talk with you again,
because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while i was sleeping,
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound of silence.
in restless dreams i walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone,
'neath the halo of a street lamp,
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.

and in the naked light i saw
ten thousand people, maybe more.
people talking without speaking,
people hearing without listening,
people writing songs that voices never share
and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence.

"fools" said i, "you do not know
silence like a cancer grows.
hear my words that i might teach you,
take my arms that i might reach you."
but my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed
in the wells of silence

and the people bowed and prayed
to the neon god they made.
and the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
and the sign said, "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls."
and whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

07- engines of hate

can i be your personal demon
sit back absorb the words
and feast on my mind’s semen
can i be the devil on your shoulder
we all fall down as the world gets colder

i uncreate,i desecrate
i spit the truth into the engines of hate

can i be your chemical pariah
the world's such an ugly
it seems useless sometimes trying
will you watch the hate machine spin evil
or will you look away and plead apathy again

i uncreate, i desecrate
i spit the truth into the engines of hate

we sing into the sky on the production line
we are the holly swine,impurity defined
you can't ignore us anymore
you cannot judge us anymore

the sheep are made to follow
choke back the puke and swallow
the sheep are told to divide
the engines of hate still grind

i uncreate,i desecrate
i spit the truth into the engines of hate