ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Everybody get up
Bring up, bring the swing, let my God erupt
In this land of Osmosis
I'm not the same as I ever was like the box of Pandora
Never to be the duplicate of old forms of order
Whenever the eyes seem to rip off and go
I run to the flow, there's a stream for my soul
Send me over, send me over
I'm coming up out of the brick and the mortar
To break up all of the disorder
I want to become forever the essence of the Son
Abide like the tundra in the Rain
Pride to the side
Let the inner man crowd get up
In osmosis land a bland house erupts
Frequently injected sterilize eyes infected
