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Guilt Free
02:04
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"In our world, there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. The sex instinct will be eradicated. We shall abolish the orgasm. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty to the party, but always there will be the intoxication of power. Always at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever. The moral to be drawn from this dangerous nightmare situation is a simple one. Don’t let it happen. It depends on you." - George Orwell
I’d take away the pain of this earth if I could but I can’t seem to change anything, so I’ll try to understand
What’s meant to be cannot change easily
What’s meant to be will not change easily by me
So set yourself from the guilt-free and try to accept that:
What’s meant to be cannot change easily
What’s meant to be will not change easily by you or me
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5 A.M.
03:20
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Woke up last night deeply breathing, I was confused and barely seeing. In a deep fear I leaned to see the sun; it’s the only way to stop thinking about death. About that. About death.
Realization of the saddest feeling: we’re all nothing but human beings.
As I opened my eyes before them, I felt the cold presence of the burden.
It felt like I was sinking deep, with an anchor wrapped around my feet; I was struggling to find a meaning, anything to let me sleep.
Please, let me sleep.
We’d rather give to sleep our lives away than, hear the stories of how we’ll die alone.
We’re too afraid to dwell on it; so we’ll dream, yeah we’ll dream until we can’t tell sleep from death.
Woke up last night deeply breathing.
Deeply breathe.
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Scenes
03:25
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Remember when we were all kids? I've never been the same
I'll never be the same. Broken but blessed
Had to move on, never forget: We're all depressed and glum, we need a place to bloom
Streets of my neighborhood. Oh, my dear childhood
Walking home all alone, there'd be no one to be home
And I've never been the same. I'll never be the same
We were all kids with the bleeding knees and the red eyes, and the chapped lips
Now those days are gone and I'm not sure how to be a man
I want to be that boy, I left in the past
Looking for the peace I've lost on the road somewhere
Doesn't matter what it costs I'll fix the scenes we've missed
I'll fix the scenes we've missed
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The Bearers
02:38
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Some of my friends are on their deathbeds, some of my friends are already dead
Though we're all gonna sleep forever, I'd like to rest together
We won't sleep until there's colors in the sky. There were once colors in the sky
How the sun leaves you alone? How the display reflects that certain feeling of our souls?
First, we had built bridges then we watched them fall, one by one, ''hand in hand-heart to heart''
Once there were sparkles in our eyes with every color in it, now; it's only hollow and dark
I feel like I'm ninety when I'm only nineteen
Am I only nineteen? No
Don't you live in vain!
Some of my friends are on their deathbeds, some of my friends are already dead
On their deathbeds, I found them dead
You called us young? You called us strong?
We have to bear what you left behind
This is not youth, this is not youth
Understand that we're all dead inside like you
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The Fury
03:28
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I'm losing sleep
My vision is blurry
What's left of me is named Fury
We're all here to go, one day or another
Will you disappear like the rest of them or open your heart and stay here?
No hope for tomorrow
I just want to find the flame I've been looking for, I've been trying far too long...
To reach to those harbors without love
I'm lost, floating, feeling like Chuck Noland
Those harbors without love
Those harbors without hope
It's getting dark. It has got the best of me
What's left of me... Name is Fury
No hope
God, I'm so weak. Weak, I'm weak
I'll be just fine, I'm not fucking sick
I'll be trying just to reach, to those harbors without love, in my head until I'm dead
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Subculture
02:52
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Is there anything left worth dying for? Because the life you let me live, it has never been my own.
Lay us in the holes you’ve dug and we’ll turn them into homes we love.
With all the family and friends, you’re the reason we’re dressed in black.
At least I’ll die as an honest man in the end.
And as the rich soar to the skies,
The poor always buried in the ground.
What chance did you give?
What choice did we have?
SUBCULTURE.
Lay us in the holes you’ve dug.
SUBCULTURE.
We’ll turn them into homes we love.
SUBCULTURE.
Lay us in the holes you’ve dug.
SUBCULTURE,
That’s how you labeled us.
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Mevzu Records Istanbul, Turkey
Mevzu Records is a Istanbul based DIY omnifarious punk label founded 2018.
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