Terapi

Leave me alone to my own devices
I'm very exhausted but I'll resist
Therapy, withdraw your armies now
I was the winner of the war!

You won't be able to raise your flags
I've never been a constant follower
I came victorious with my rap, leaving my martyrs behind
I buried them myself!
Silent, falling without crying..
Why did you come with all those words..
You whispered death in my ear
You broke me, you left from both my legs
Weren't we brothers
Weren't we twins in the same cradle
Yesterday we were pebbles around
Now we're not even ordinary sand
You're a damn killer, huh..
I drew your picture, remember..
In the middle of the war, I studied in the rain of bullets
I saw the first sunset
You caught up with the solstice
I'm the captain of this ship
I'll be the last one to leave, don't panic
It doesn't matter if you hear my name
My heart writes the most sincere
My song has started.. My view is the same
While listening, you'll say Sago did it again
I'm so fed up and stuffed with materials right now
I'm killing stress inside my room
Loneliness is God's grace
Somehow things are messed up
My heart longs for my beloved
You know, sometimes there are meaningful words
Thinking of them with teary eyes

[Chorus]
Leave me to my own devices
I'm very exhausted and tired
Therapy, withdraw your armies now
These days are calm!!

As time scatters like sand in my hands
Years turn me into a worried magician
The convict screams at the top of his lungs
A match for my locked cigarette at the door
Bracelets from chains on wrists
Living fixed to bars..
Archiving leftovers anew
Ignoring the fuss from the start..
While the notebook is interested in the eraser
A thorn pricks your tongue
When urine is compared, a few small mountains slip away
Actually, life is stale bread
First action is to think in style
Obey the two eyes commanded
The final act should be to nurture grudges
Let's say I'm living in a rosy world
I'm playing the game my way
I carry my flaws in my pocket
Respect be damned, it's your whore
Anxiety is my love

[Chorus]
Leave me to my own devices
I'm very exhausted and tired
Therapy, withdraw your armies now
These days are calm..

This writer, whose fingers are broken, didn't give up, the son of rap (scratch) a psycho bastard...