ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Father, the race is on. Build us a place of filth and see the trails covered with layers of death.
Let's walk the long road out, bring up solutions now.
Mother. wash yourself.
You don't want to stand out.
Such a sight to see tracing footprints we leave.
It makes no difference. See want we see.
It makes no difference. What's come to be.
