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hichkas – rosva (disgraced) lyrics

[verse 1: hichkas]
pick a fruit for me from the gallow
pick a fruit for me from the gallow
come here and sit with me for a few minutes
what if hafiz for his diwan and molavi for his masnavi and muhammad for his quran had to get a permit?
say if stone hearts would’ve turned to inscriptions what would you write on them?
they said bright colors attract attention
and purple scream became black scream
let’s become calluses in destiny’s hand
build a ship like noah and
say whenever you saw it’s full
to whoever doesn’t know how to swim, give a life vest
i want to scandalize, to flood
my doctors asked me
when you feel lonely?
i said when it’s eid
i opened my heart for him
and he saw i keep getting screwed
keep getting screwed and screwed
he was disgusted and bloomed
he found out every day of my life is eid
handcuffed to pen, mental criminal
g+niuses in cells, scientific tradesman
no steam comes off of you
at least you could put jealousy fire under the kettle
more contagious than hiv, became revenge
they said confess
they said confess
snake cocooned and became a dragon
i’m even uncomfortable with myself
suspicious to myself, doubtful
why do you curse?
you say i shouldn’t even curse?
however vast the vocabulary, they are in a square
you break the patterns
i’m the person that didn’t dared many times
in front of the mirror, i confronted myself
mirror broke, fractured my idol
i’m not a thug nor a leader
i’m none of these two
religious people don’t know me as one of their own
cause i’m not that faithful
heathens don’t know me as one of their own
cause i’m not that unfaithful
i’m with you and not separated
but not like any on you

[chorus]
disgraced
disgraced, disgraced
disgraced
disgraced, disgraced
disgraced
disgraced, disgraced
disgraced
disgraced, disgraced
disgraced
disgraced, disgraced

[verse 2: hichkas]
i’m comber, notorious
they thought i’m a whole textile man and they sew my lips
i want to be threadbare
not to be quiet
i’m the sickness and the cure
shout to the whole city
dirt drips off my crown and
i want you to know
the sky of thoughts has no roof and notebooks won’t be bind like pigeons

- hichkas lyrics

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