ŞARKI SÖZÜ
[R. Hubert, R. Hubert]
Wading through the oceans of minced dreams
while they puke some little pieces of
surreal truth to feed the stupid crowd
The endless kiss of him that made them proud
so the rigid lens gives you
the perfect view
into the heated
heart of bloody polished steel
and
as they started dancing (on mutilated humanity)
you can hear them paying homage to their
unknown fear
See what we have given you
See what we can do for you
We just do what we are told
We must do what we are told
