I turn my face and
look under the surface
Reflected and sluiced
as a sensemachine
My eyes become grey
Falling and falling while
My subconscious feeds
my intelligence
Intervening coma celebration
Close down the vast doors
I am a prisoner
in the kinkiest taboo
The effect of
my sombre meditation
pulls me down
to the interface
of all delusions
I won the fight it seemed like eternity but finally it stopped I am standing…
don't want to hear what you said don't want to kick in your head don't…
Sister Soul came to see me, and she made no amends On the air, Sunday
Bana yeter… Kalbimin sana her attığı Bana yeter…… Duygunun bana her kattıgı Bize yeter artar…
Tearstained this spiritual relief Mental scars of your precious icon Obscene medieval monuments, the buried…
Yağmur karıştı Gözyaşlarıma Üşüdüm sarındım Yalnızlığıma Gurbet çok garip Hasret bir alem Anlatamam Bu duyguyu…