CONFESS YOUR WEAKNESS
thrown into a time of unseen calamities
where forgiveness is abolished and already naught
radio stations predict a new apocalypse
while some of us forgot about the last one
the fundament is crumbling piece by piece
and the solid top celebrates its sacrifices
they are safe on a ground of nameless corpses
far away from drowning in their misery
get rid of this misconception and not what you believe
but what you share makes you what you are
drop your masquerade and just once admit your faults
confess your weakness
broken apart what you see
lost in a world find yourself
wounded your soul taste the scars
set it on fire to keep you warm
broken apart what you are
lost in a world you don't want
understanding the meaning of a million graves
given the chance to remember good old days
our hearts have a bitter taste
we've fed them too often with sore affection
i don't know any better place for our collective scars to hide
the fundament is crumbling piece by piece
and the solid top celebrates its sacrifices
they are safe on a ground of nameless corpses
far away from drowning in their misery
no way out
get rid of this misconception and not what you believe
but what you share makes you what you are
drop your masquerade and confess your weakness

STAMPEDE (OF PHANTOMS)
honestly i really gave it up
gave up forgiving myself
owing the world a final war
a war to end all wars!
we are like prisoners
armed with starvation and thirst
with engines driven by the will
by the will to just survive
what we need is
a clean cut
what we get is
a blunt mind
once and for all i want it now
i want a clear and straight statement
up to now you gave me your fashion
fashion words to print on shirts
moving in giant ghost ships
with lame motives into the unknown
hunting the last leviathan
for pride and trophies
what we need is
a clean cut
what we get is
a blunt mind
among all these pale faces nobody will ever reckon you are dead
waking up next to ruins
and people killed for that?!...
move with the stampede of phantoms

FLOOD THE VALLEY
swarms of despots passed and pillaged
emptied their promises and taught to forget
put up with that
working in graves to live in graves
to afford the graves to be born in graves
put up with that
free spirits are sold in cans
freedom ends at the length of your chains
put up with that
you are not interested and those who are
will never hear this
but this will never stop me from going on
i can't afford to leave...leave it all behind
who said all tyrants'll perish at the end?
it took me all my ideals to realize:
there is no such escape!
putting up with the plague that wiped out all our memories
putting up with the pain of the losses of our loves and all that's forsake
putting up with all that is gone now
turning up at the surface with a throat full of dirt so much has never been heard
open the gates and welcome the new lord
flood the valley
until there is no place to go
we're on a quest for a new home in this world

EVERY ACT OF VIOLENCE
sore yes my throat is sore
i'm already choking on my own blood
give me a kiss and take a sip of my anger
put on your best dress this is a showdown 
i don't want to...
fight for the fun of it
cause fear or fuel hate
show off with what i can
be strong to be obeyed
i don't set the rules for your game
you make me a part of it
we're defined by opposition
but what if i crumble?
what will be left of you...
every act of violence
...is the end of the world...

UNBROKEN PROMISE
take my hand i've got a shelter for you
grow strong independent and raw
worship styles full of emptiness
how far do you want to go
we should shake things up instead
we celebrate what's gone
the world accelerates and you can't keep
the pace of now instead you're brought
down to your knees
exit your surrender the same way others exit this world
i should stop moaning and i should stop shedding tears
i want to put my shoulder to the wheel for all the
desperate and forlorn locked up in the prisons
of their thoughts resounding unbroken my promise
live up to your meaning accept this existence
of your words resounding unbroken my promise
take my word i've got a promise for you
be strong independent and raw
take my word and shake things up
revel the ashes of the world
take my word cause i will be gone
give me meaning and carry it on
take my word and make it your own
you're more than that yes i want your
unbroken promise

PAINT IT BLANK
smothered in compassion and in love
we laugh at ourselves and at the world
whispered like flashlights
yelled out...
paint it blank we must wipe out to
start now
we're running out of revolutions
our thoughts're overloaded
write down
the memoirs of a dead past
and keep it in the lion's mouth
push on
i'll be finished when my lungs filled with silence
but my narrative has an open end
same story same story another band
expect a firm grip and get a broken hand
whispered like flashlights...
paint it blank we must wipe out...
i'm one of you faceless and threatened creatures
i hide behind a ridiculous facade of satisfaction

RUHLAR
katliam altinda nefes alamayan ezilmis rütübet cigerlerinden
kan…püskürüyor kusuyor tükürüyor
ter döktüren sorular sorma paran yoksa öfkeyi yalanla söndürürler
yasam…degil bu tersine dönmüs hürriyet anlami
geri saydik ve sifira ulastik
cesaretin yetmezse birak artik
canli canli seni gömerler
sen susunca ruhlar söyler
tabutlarin icinden vuran ellerin ritmi ile ne güzel sarkilar söyledik…
unutmak istiyoruz – o kadar
zaman gecmis bilmiyoruz – o kadar
acidan vazgecmiyoruz – sor bana
bu hesap ödenirmi?...
kargalar besiklerin bekcileri
yaralar iyilesmez say geri
sifirlar kisibasi mezaryeri
yigsinlar cukurlar dolana kadar
canli canli gömerler
sen susunca ruhlar söyler

MUTE
screaming out a worthless fabrication
that's swallowed and lost don't mind the effort
never thought of ever blaming you
it's me who's incapable
of reaching you and your kind
i'm sick and tired of repeating
do we speak extinct languages
i must be totally out of fashion
now switch me off
like bad news on tv
oh yes whenever there's a problem
just shut your eyes
i'll try my best to be the fist
that will knock this grin out of your ignorant face!
in my nightmares they fill open mouths
with mud and stones to smother their screams
in my nightmares these things are no dreams
they are perversions of the truth

SOME THINGS CAN'T BE EXPLAINED
get in and start the engine
don't look back don't look back
the last walk knows no companion
how does it feel to be alone
sorry for not fitting your ideals of a rebel
not chosen by anyone at all
not beautiful or anything at all
not romantic and just and after all
you shouldn't trust a broken man
having his ideals only to lose them
he's lost the ability to judge
cause he has seen too much
has seen too much
right then it's too late
get out and face the enginge
don't step back don't step back
don't be sorry for this bitter ending
someone might remember you
the second it's too late you must laught because of the tnt belt around your belly
and it's trigger you've just pulled it's so easy to become a part of history