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- tai lung vs gocu22
- karılı kızlı tiktok yerine sözlükte takılan tip4
- bu ne soğuk amk5
- true nickli yazar19
- sözlüktekiler kaç yaşında10
- habire1228
- analı avratlı sözlük kavgaları8
- 1 gocu'ya 4 kişi dalması7
- sözlükten soğumak için fırsat gözleyen yazarlar3
- tuvaletin evin dışında olması6
- kadınların reddedemediği teklifler6
- gocusuz bir sözlük5
- sözlükte kavga olacak hissi3
- kürtler asimile edilmelidir11
- krt tv4
- evlilik4
- şaka maka yeni bir günün başlaması2
- sözlüğe renk katan yazarlar hangi rengi katıyor21
- bir erkek ile yanlışlıkla göz göze gelmek5
- yanlışlıkla plaj şemsiyesine diklemesine oturmak6
- aşk4
- ecevit döneminin kepazeliği5
- çorap kokusu2
- şanlıurfa2
- silinen entry2
- et döner dürüm9
- sözlüğün embesillerle dolu olması4
- uludağ sözlük adalet sistemi5
- gocu'nun çaylak olması3
- erkek kavgasının çok sıkıcı olması5
- kızlar geri gelsin kampanyası2
- şemsiyeli olayının gerçek yüzünü açıklıyorum8
- seviyenin bugün yükselmesi için ne yaptın5
- varlık sebebimiz3
- manisada okul saldırısı17
- sarı poşet kudurtması13
- allah'ın yasakladığı cinsel ilişkiler10
- fırtına sonrası sessizlik2
- evliliği ayakta tutan güçler13
- ziyafet denince aklına sadece lahmacun gelen kıro2
- apocalypse tank3
- bottega3
- türkiye medeni bi ülkeyse neden hristiyan yok28
- kadir inanır'ın kendi ailesine miras birakmaması6
- anti villain2
- afrikalılar gariban avrupa emperyalist yalanı17
- patso3
- lale belkıs3
- aksu tv2
sözleri şu şekilde olan ratm şarkısı
a mass of hands press on the market window
ghosts of progress
dressed in slow death
feeding on hunger
and glaring through the promise
upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
a mass of nameless at the oasis
that hides the graves beneath the masters´s hill
are buried for drinking
the river´s water
while shackled to the line
at the empty well
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
listen to the fascist sing
"take hope here
war is elsewhere
you were chosen
this is god´s land
soon we´ll be free
of blot and mixture
seeds planted by our
forefather´s hand"
a mass of promises
begin to rupture
like the pockets
of the new world kings
like swollen stomaches
in appachachia
it´s the priests that fuck you
as they whisper holy things
a mass of tears have transformed to stones now
sharpened on suffering
and woven into slings
hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
taking today what tomorrow never brings
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
ain´t it funny how the factory doors close
round the time that the school doors colse
round the time that the doors of the jail cells
open up to greet you like the reaper
ain´t it funny how the factory doors close
round the time that the school doors colse
round the time that the doors of the jail cells
open up to greet you like the reaper
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
like ashes in the fall
a mass of hands press on the market window
ghosts of progress
dressed in slow death
feeding on hunger
and glaring through the promise
upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
a mass of nameless at the oasis
that hides the graves beneath the masters´s hill
are buried for drinking
the river´s water
while shackled to the line
at the empty well
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
listen to the fascist sing
"take hope here
war is elsewhere
you were chosen
this is god´s land
soon we´ll be free
of blot and mixture
seeds planted by our
forefather´s hand"
a mass of promises
begin to rupture
like the pockets
of the new world kings
like swollen stomaches
in appachachia
it´s the priests that fuck you
as they whisper holy things
a mass of tears have transformed to stones now
sharpened on suffering
and woven into slings
hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
taking today what tomorrow never brings
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
ain´t it funny how the factory doors close
round the time that the school doors colse
round the time that the doors of the jail cells
open up to greet you like the reaper
ain´t it funny how the factory doors close
round the time that the school doors colse
round the time that the doors of the jail cells
open up to greet you like the reaper
this is the new sound
just like the old sound
just like the noose wound
over the new ground
like ashes in the fall
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