Gece Dört Mesajları

English translation

My hesitations are the chore of all my childhood sins

To sabotage my attempt to smile

I put thousands of reasons on my back

Shameful ways to get even with myself

If it's true and you're watching me from the sky

You must be having so much fun since four o'clock in the morning

My will is more inverted than the sentences of a tired drunkard

Brother to the awareness of insertion

There is an abnormal hall in the darkest corners of my museum of memories.

Rotten cake and balloons

In the internal organs of a ghost, the fatigue of many fights

We are all prisoners of the past in this dungeon, there will be no tomorrow

How many acres was that ruin in my memory?

Kiram is dizzy, love is mortal

Is believing the solution?

A willing humble and a humble

What plans do I have now, what hair is between my fingers?

So all day long I've got four a.m. messages on my mind

What plans do I have now, what hair is between my fingers?

So all day long I've got four a.m. messages on my mind

Insomniac skeletons

Expects shares from their biological clocks

"Half of success is wanting" say cheap novels

And if anyone asks for peace, he will find it in the last moments

Pride is the chip of my life; This is the last mourning

A childhood bully that haunted me until I died

Wherever I turn you are there

In rare moments, the state of indifference grips my wrists

Sometimes this is my blessing, sometimes it's my strange trouble.

Being able to forget is destined for a moment

My permanent shackles, this bottomless symmetry

Will my room's fly screen protect me from the universe?

Or my metaphysical rank?

How can one be ashamed when every foundation is doomed to collapse sooner or later?

Pinks from mode xl on my stereo

greetings

What plans do I have now, what hair is between my fingers?

So all day long I've got four a.m. messages on my mind

What plans do I have now, what hair is between my fingers?

So all day long I've got four a.m. messages on my mind