ŞARKI SÖZÜ
ome forth and step out from the shade
When the knife meets the flesh
and you become one with the blade
At night you dream of its cutting edge
Awake to see as your blood runs red
Living to die, life flowing out of your vein
At night you dream of is cutting edge
Awake to see as your blood runs red
A suicidal mind as you dwell in your pain
