ŞARKI SÖZÜ
You are a sickly child
Without the strength
To meet the weight of this world
Where did we go wrong?
how did we go wrong?
What shall the solution be?it is not for me to say how
the sick shall meet
their end yet they shalland they shall...and they shall let me take
the air from your lungs
that vapid poison let me be the finger on the trigger
sick, sick child whose ills no mothers love could ease
let me be your sanctuary I am your refuge,
look into my eyes, my child and realise
you are looking down the barrel of a gun
