bugün
- ben geldim kerkenezler7
- sözlükten soğuma nedenleri14
- kısır5
- ikizler burcu erkeği akrep kadını ilişkisi7
- claudian clouds20
- ghosting4
- simko316
- arkadaşlar neden beni kimse sevmiyor5
- hamburger date5
- aleksey batrakov12
- pizza yemek7
- sözlük ırkçıları8
- beşiktaş5
- akrep burcu kini5
- mehdi aleyhisselam3
- sürekli türkçülerin soyunu araştıran kürtçü10
- iyi parti13
- üniversite mezunu işsiz3
- sahibinden com salakları3
- burçlara inanan insanlar oy kullanmalı mı5
- halife mehdi ismet2
- onun adı ismettir mehdiyeti kısmettir2
- 17 ağustos 1999 gölcük depremi9
- pareidolia sayesinde tüm örüntüleri görmek2
- cinler musallat istatistiği7
- nihayet gonca nerede sorusu2
- çerçeve yasa35
- tribündeki küçük fenerbahçeliyi kurtaran komiser3
- delilik ruhu anti christ'tan gelir3
- diego moreira2
- üsteki yazara güzel bir şey söyle10
- amedspor14
- alttaki yazara motto ver16
- kumburgaz plajına gidecek olan gence tavsiyeler31
- akıl hastalıkları bölümünde yatmak3
- eski sevgili nerede ne yapıyor5
- pkk'ya küfür edince sinirlenen ülkücü8
- hastanede sadece size denk gelen habis tesadüfler2
- günün sözü4
- flört uygulamalarının yalan dolan olması4
- osuruktan şiirler22
- bebek katili öcalan11
- ozempic2
- erkek dediğin içinde gezdirir mutlu eder3
- where is my mind vs creep3
- aşk2
- uğruna kavga edilmesini isteyen türk kızı13
- deniz zeyrek3
- kendini değersizleştiren insan8
- sözlük yazarları neli kahve içiyor6
the cure şarkısı.
it doesn't matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time
a story on the radio
something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh
a prayer for something better
a prayer
for something better
please love me
meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away . . .
the pain
and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
it feels like a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
one hundred years
(bkz: pornography)
it doesn't matter if we all die
ambition in the back of a black car
in a high building there is so much to do
going home time
a story on the radio
something small falls out of your mouth
and we laugh
a prayer for something better
a prayer
for something better
please love me
meet my mother
but the fear takes hold
creeping up the stairs in the dark
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
waiting for the death blow
stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
fighting for freedom on television
sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
have we got everything?
she struggles to get away . . .
the pain
and the creeping feeling
a little black haired girl
waiting for saturday
the death of her father pushing her
pushing her white face into the mirror
aching inside me
and turn me round
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
just like the old days
caressing an old man
and painting a lifeless face
just a piece of new meat in a clean room
the soldiers close in under a yellow moon
all shadows and deliverance
under a black flag
a hundred years of blood
crimson
the ribbon tightens round my throat
i open my mouth
and my head bursts open
a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
thrashing in the water
over and over
we die one after the other
over and over
we die one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
one after the other
it feels like a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
a hundred years
one hundred years
(bkz: pornography)
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