Music – Ceyda Ildıroğlu

Anger

ANGER is a song born on a cold night, capturing the inner storms we face. It speaks of embracing both the darkness and the light within us to find true freedom. The artist’s point is about accepting our anger as a signal, a kind of existential alarm that helps us understand our boundaries. By acknowledging all parts of ourselves—both shadow and light-we move towards genuine liberation.

ANGER

Cold in the night
Trying to save a little bit love
I’m losing all the faith
That is left behind…

Can you stop my anger?
Can you calm down the storm in my heart?
I try to forgive you, but it’s so hard…
Don’t tell me now you would do anything
You’ve done what you’ve done to me
And I don’t believe…

Uyku

Just like those who survive by hibernation in nature, lamentation is also a gift… embrace your sleep of lamentation, and make peace with the fact that you’ll wake up again…

SLEEP

While I
Was
In love with you, I have
Obliviated everything…
Rebirth was it,
Being the wind itself,
I believed…
Look!
The earth is no-where for me
Don’t dare to speak of agony!
You! The faithless,
the undying,
You, sleep
And wake up
Then you shall understand…

You…
The liar, the liar
Spring is the end of all snow,
Noone dies out of love
No such thing as death
Just the sleep of lamentation it is…

Beyond The Mortal

This song is a call for awakening… a warning… for the blinded, lost souls that keep on insisting on struggling in an illusion surrounded by the lust of agony…

BEYOND THE MORTAL

Time will stop
And the truth will come out from the burried ground
When the time has come
When the raven sighs
Are you ready to face the truth

Now you’re going on your happy life
Pretending it’s all so cool
Without questioning
Without wondering what there’s beyond
All these chitty chat, small talks
Showing off your mortal gains
Feeling so important
I bet you think that you’ve made it all in this life

It’s a total lie
That you’re teaching to your child
Open your heart
Fill with love
Be good
Be smart
Be kind
It’s just a life advice from a killer’s mouth
‘Cause you’re part of this fuckin’ unconscious zombie unity
You’re proud of your perverted ways
And your perception with no dignity

When time has come
When the raven sighs
Truth will come out from the burried ground
When the raven sighs

Time will stop
And the truth will come out from the burried ground
When the time has come
When the raven sighs
Are you ready to face the truth?
Now you’re going on your happy life
You’re proud of your mortal gains
What will you do
When raven sighs
When you realise
The sea’s not blue, it’s just the sky

When time has come
When the raven sighs
Truth will come out from the burried ground
And time will stop
When the raven sighs

H&H

H&H

So you think you’re the saviour
With all lies for the blind…

So you think you’re the saviour
Chosen to guide in here
So I’ll find the Lord
You may hold on your faith
Act like like a piece of saint
But the the story is nothing…

I’m sick of your smiling face
Like a puppet staring in peace and grace
All these things that the one-eyed man writes
About birds and butterflies
But the story is nothing to me

Seven steps up, and seven steps down
These two ‘H’s ain’t nothing to me…

Last

LAST

I can not sleep,
But I’m not awake…
I look up to the sky
Maybe the stars will tell me the way…
Want to believe
But I can hardly find the sense
I want to pray to something But I can’t find it…

Upside or down, or
Inside or out
Like every believer says
Where I look around
Yes, I confess
My soul is fading out
Darling, this may be the last time I look in your eyes…

Yapboz

The artist questioning the concepts of unity-seperation, activity-passivity, and freedom, in this production of hers, describes the ego realising that it’s being processed in the middle of the web of uncountable parameters that create the reality, the unity, the perception, and its confrontation with the pain of existence caused by witnessing the separateness within itself, through the metaphor of the puzzle.

PUZZLE

Been waiting in a box
Come, take me, find and unite me
Don’t know how to unite on my own
You are my hands

Pieces by pieces…
All the pieces of mine, discrete
Though I think I am myself,
This portrayal is someone else’s

Each ‘one’ within me looks like the other
And all their places are set from the start
I’ll make you think, swear, struggle, complain
Just one move is enough for me to tumble down
One missing piece means I’m useless
Even when connected, cannot be merged
I’m unaware of my wholeness

Bring me together and break me apart…

Anger

Uyku

Beyond The Mortal

H&H

Last

Yapboz

Behind The Gasmask

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