Kişisel Veriler Lyrics – Rota

Kişisel Veriler Lyrics Meaning

[Nakarat]
The singer is expressing a deep sense of loss—something inside them keeps dying bit by bit. This could be emotions, hopes, or a sense of self. While most people desire to be immortal, the artist paradoxically wishes to be mortal, possibly to escape the burden of an unending struggle or pain.

[Verse]
The song starts with the artist believing they had already left behind the worst days of their life. However, they are confronted with a new kind of grief, realizing that sorrow comes in different forms. They just attended the funeral of a close friend, someone who ironically quit smoking before them—perhaps hinting at the randomness of fate.

The artist reflects on how, in the hospital, they expected emotional support, but instead, their loved one seemed more focused on sharing the moment on social media. This moment highlights how modern society prioritizes performance over genuine connection. Then, they question whether others also struggle to cope with early death or if they are just cursed with a wide social circle that exposes them to frequent losses.

Next, they describe their limited options in life—suicide, substance abuse, or music. The reference to “personal data being bloody” suggests that their past is filled with painful, private experiences. They believe that if they had grown up in the U.S., their talent would have made them a global star, implying frustration at missed opportunities. This line also reveals their burning ambition, strong enough to “ignite societies.”

Someone recently asked how the artist, with the same muscle mass, could lift three times the weight. The answer isn’t simple—first, they had to carry the weight of the world before lifting themselves. This metaphor speaks to the emotional and psychological burdens that shape their strength.

While others chase fleeting pleasures, the artist is haunted by the strongest memories of people they’ve lost. They reflect on how ignorant people justify themselves, while wise people question their own souls. Because of this, they chose to distance themselves from unnecessary anger and toxic individuals.

They once believed in a cosmic balance, but human nature keeps proving otherwise. They burned 156 pages of something significant, and if it hadn’t been commercialized, they would have destroyed the memories attached to it as well. This suggests deep regret and resentment towards how personal experiences are exploited for profit.

The next few lines reveal an intense anger—if they could, they would make those who corrupted them suffer, even to the extent of extreme revenge. But, at the same time, they acknowledge that they could be happy if they ignored their inner truths. However, this would mean abandoning their purpose—spreading awareness and truth through their art.

Time moves forward relentlessly, sweeping away moments like dust on the pavement. The artist believes that their audience will remember them, even if they don’t always understand them. They acknowledge that people deceive themselves into believing whatever is convenient, and even they, under intoxication, might find temporary relief.

The core of their struggle is the need to be understood. Every terrible morning they wake up to is an opportunity for therapy through music. Millions listen, but they feel that the songs people admire have actually drained their soul. They discuss how they never intended to create s*xist music but felt forced into certain artistic expressions by societal pressures.

Music is their weapon, and they’ve resisted becoming either a victim or a serial killer through it. In the past, they wrote deeply intellectual lyrics but had to simplify their style for mainstream listeners. They have resisted the cycle of self-created problems, unlike others who waste their energy solving issues they themselves cause.

People often desire what they lack. The artist, free from arrogance, therefore appreciates those considered “dumb” by society. Their cold facial expressions command the oxygen in the room, making others uncomfortable. When misunderstood, they laugh instead of getting angry. They have always been distant from close relationships, living in a state of emotional detachment.

They reflect on how many so-called “courageous” people in the rap industry actually have weak spirits. While others drown in waves of problems, the artist surfs over them. They tried to relax, but past traumas prevent them from fully letting go. They watched a painful experience like a movie—one they never want to see again.

Even as they claim to have forgotten someone, they struggle to forget that they once cared. They don’t fall for average people and only wish they didn’t have to feel hate. If someone misinterprets their words, they would rather leave than argue.

The artist has been forced into isolation by people who only think about their own social circles. They highlight the irony of trying to solve the “how” without even knowing the “what” they truly want. Experience is only valued after everything has already happened, leaving nothing but a faded, lifeless flower in their hands.

They emphasize the importance of a sharp mind—some people live in fear of robots taking over, when in reality, the world is already controlled by fools. They accept that they were once nothing but a drop of sperm and will eventually turn to dust. Yet, in between, their ideas will be fueled by gunpowder, metaphorically suggesting they will fight until the end.

Rather than just apologizing, true understanding is what matters. They don’t waste energy on empty conversations. No matter how much they explain themselves, some people will remain clueless, and this deeply saddens them. They have gathered painful experiences so that others might learn from them, but they are skeptical that their suffering will ever truly help anyone.

They hope that what they’ve endured won’t just turn into more song lyrics—they once used their pain to create music, but now, that habit has become a disease. They recognize that people change on their journey—who they are at the start is not who they will be at the end.

They advise approaching people with good intentions but being ready to defend oneself if those people turn toxic. Their heart struggles to keep up with their logical mind’s rules, making them question who to trust.

Reflecting on their country’s struggles, they mention how half of their nation was buried under rubble—possibly a reference to a natural disaster or systemic failures. They point out the irony of people dying from fire during a snowfall, and despite enduring endless suffering, society remains passive.

Since birth, they have told themselves that they don’t need anyone’s approval beyond their own dreams and courage. When they took a stand, others followed, while envious so-called “revolutionary artists” revealed their jealousy.

They mention unspoken regrets and lost songs buried under years of silence. While many of their pieces are deeply emotional, one thing is never discussed—the tears of the dead. This could suggest that the true pain of those who have passed away is left unheard.

[Final Nakarat]
The chorus repeats the idea of losing something inside—piece by piece, the artist feels like they are dying. While most people chase immortality, they crave the ability to be mortal, to feel the limits of life rather than being stuck in an eternal cycle of suffering.