RAIL or REVENGE?

INTRO – Male (whispering, shaky voice, Turkish accent) I am walking on the rail… One step left… one step right… But the metro is coming. Boğaziçi köprüsü under my feet… but I am already dead inside. She said: “Aşkım, forever.” Ha! (spits) Forever is one night. Forever is one needle. Now she is fucking my cousin. Lan… (long pause) VERSE 1 – Male (sudden screaming, raw throat) BİTİR! BİTİR! (Finish it! Finish it!) Life is a dirty syringe on the floor! I step on it – çıt – nothing more! My mother is crying… my father is snoring… Heroin in the kitchen, Kalashnikov under the pillow! NE YAPAYIM? (What will I do?) Female response (high, broken, fry scream) Şşşt… şşşt… little man. You are not a lion. You are a lamb. Take the blade. Take the metro. Let the steel kiss your spine! BİP BİP BİP – the doors are closing! Goodbye, fucker. No roses. No fucking glory. CHORUS – Both together (chaotic counterpoint) Male (growling): I BUY THE BULLETS! I LOAD THE GLOCK! I WALK TO THE BLOCK! (sound of gun cocking) Female (screeching over him): JUMP UNDER THE WHEELS! FEEL HOW IT HEALS! CRACK THE BONES! NO MORE LOANS! NO MORE MOANS! Both screaming together: İNTİKAM MI? TREN Mİ? (Revenge or train?) SÖYLE BANA! (Tell me!) I AM GOING INSANE! (High male scream, female doing a whistle register death cry) VERSE 2 – Female solo (whispered with sudden shrieks) I loved him too. He sold me for üç gram. (three grams) Three grams of white powder. My value? Üç gram. (laughing, then screaming) SİKTİR! (Fuck!) Love is a needle in the eye! Love is a lie! So I cut my wrist in the hamam… But I didn’t die. Now I ride the Marmaray every night… Looking for the right time… The right tunnel… The right karanlık (darkness). BRIDGE – Male (rhythmic, almost like a war chant) One – grab the rifle. Two – aim at the traitor. Three – ALLAHÜ EKBER – wait. My hand is shaking. Too much eroin. Too much zehir (poison). I cannot see straight. So maybe… Maybe the rail is better. Female (slow, then accelerating) Tık tık tık – the wheels are coming. Tık tık tık – your heart is drumming. Put your head on the steel. Close your eyes. Feel real. BREAKDOWN – Both screaming at the same time, no melody, only pain Male: I WANT TO KILL! Female: YOU WANT TO DIE! Male: I WANT HER BLOOD! Female: DRINK YOUR OWN! Male: TOPRAK! (Earth!) Female: ÇÜRÜ! (Rot!) Male: TREN! Female: TREN! Both: TREN VURUYOR! (The train is hitting!) OUTRO – distorted, slowed, one final male whisper (sound of train horn, then silence) I am under the wheels. But I am still alive. Lanet olsun. (Damn it.) Now I have no legs. No gun. No love. Only pain. (fade out with female humming a Turkish lament melody, then cut by a brutal bass kick)