ŞARKI SÖZÜ
You say you want a living sacrifice
Well I am a burnt offering
Crawling off the alter and
Back in to the fire
And with my smoke-filled lungs
I cry out for freedom
While locking and chaining myself
To my rotting desires
AND I HATE THE STENCH,
BUT I SWALLOW THE KEY.
AND WITH IT STUCK IN MY THROAT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?
CAN YOU HEAR ME
I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME
I'M COMIN' HOME, I'M COMIN' HOME, BUT I'M STILL A LONG WAY OFF
I am shelled-shocked, and I have walked
Through the trenches full of tears
With the mortars of memory
