bugün
- sabahın 6 sında uyanmak4
- 186 boyundaki erkek19
- kabak yemeği vs hamburger10
- rest apilerde state yönetimi sorunsalı2
- alevi erkek8
- bursalı erkekler9
- bu sözlükte beni herkes tanır17
- gökte rızkınız ve size vaad olunan şeyler vardır10
- en merak ettiğin ulu yazarı30
- 32 yaşına girmek12
- erzincanlı erkekler6
- nervionun merak ettiği yazar19
- tavuk döner ısmarlayan erkek6
- istanbullu erkekler5
- 40 yaş üzeri insanlar mesajlaşıyor mu sorunsalı16
- sivaslı yiğidolar6
- g'i l d'e d l'i l y20
- sinirli kadını sakinleştirmek17
- antalyalı erkekler5
- din tartışması7
- kürt erkek5
- ahmet sezer bey9
- zengin olsanız ne yapardınız9
- sözlükteki birader adı altındaki masonik yapılanma7
- yalnizca deli yalnizca sair21
- bir meyve olsanız ne olurdunuz3
- altı ok'a ihanet edip mührü başka yere vurmak19
- adıyamanlı erkekler5
- norveçte bok olsam9
- gün içinde uyuduğu için gece uykusu gelmeyen insan3
- cezayir erkekği4
- habire1240
- ilk buluşmada hesabı kim öder7
- bugün açılacağım sözlük kızı12
- nervio'ya aşık olmak5
- gocu27
- kürtler 5 yıl icerisinde türkiye yi ele gecirirler13
- arkadaşlar bakar mısınız21
- nickinde k harfi olan yazara olan aşkım15
- katatespizartmasi17
- sözlük kızlarının artık yemek pişirmemesi sorunu4
- velvet47
- izmirli kızlar4
- terlik giyen erkek5
- nervio23
- şehir şehir dolaşıp koca arayan tip3
- ilk buluşmada ne getirilmeli3
- rte'nin fethettiği topraklar6
- kız arkadaşa gökyüzünü hediye etmek18
- proteini yüksek sporcu tarifleri2
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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