KSU - The Baggers Deal

The Sun at its zenith, and the dead time turned alive
The city fights with its shadow once again
Disorder and void, rapidity and craze
The goal left behind, somone used to know it
Millions of concradictory goals are mixing all the time
World of screwed dolls, events and fate
Prophets shouting slogans, laughing beggars
Soulless puppets waving on the wind

I don't know what's true on a border of dream /
I don't know what's dream on a border of true / x2

City and night, city and shcok / x2

No one looks in the eyes
Of random passerbies
Existence because of momentum
They're quiet although they can talk
Sun is shinning as usual
Spoken words are the same
Yesterday something died inside us
And doesn't want to turn alive

Dead year
Another dead year
And once again a dead year
And once again a dea a a a a a

The 3:06 hour when this accident happened
Somewhere the tubings broke, the sewage flew, the streets flooded
Pus, oil, faeces and urine, precisely mixed
Flooded ground floor, rising up, attacking by waves

Evolution in the sewage (x4)

Grey walls, dirty window,
I've been watching them for a million times
Cold beton, old bed
I've spent a million nights here

For the last time - they'll open the door
For the last time - they'll order you to leave
For the last time - they'll open the door
For the last time - they'll order you to leave
For the last time!

I've woken up at midnight
Despite fear I've opened my eyes
Despite dread I've raised my head
I wanted to run away but I could not
On a background of the window I've seen a figure
Grabbing something sharp at its right hand
With a bright halo around the head
With a metal shine, may of a armour.

What's this, who's this, is this dream or consciousness?
Is this my sick imagination?
What's this, who's this, is this dream or consciousness?
Is this my sick imagination?