preservation of spontaneous
Endless roads shall become my Turkish poems
Like a sinking ship on an endless trip
No coast on sight for months or years
This language is killing me on every step
Innocence is dead
rotten minds in rotten heads
poisoned hearts in poisoned bodies
All around me empty visions
sons and daughters of a dying poem
Such a lovely family house,
let's burn it to the ground.
leaving the ashes on our burnt bodies.
we only know about suffering
the nightmare goes on and on.
You S&M fantasy place on silent my voice
Sado, oh sado, oh
Silent my song
You silent my poem so
No fist is needed when you call.