Song: Saiha Pihl Oppja - Lyric: Saiha Pihl Oppja
Copyright 2004-2008 © Funkevital

I see this toungs turnin'. I see this spirits yearning. 
Goin' on
I turnin' saine, I turnin' saine.  
Umbrella on the ground. white papers flying 'round.
Come undone. 
I feel the flame, I feel the flame.
And in the basement, there is still a levee gonna' breake.
Operators on. 
I feel the same, no one take the blame.

Screw caps interview. White cars passin' you. 
Thinkin' on
Stormy rain. It's stormy rain
My room in flashin' light. Neon collors in the night
It's all gone
My hurricane. My hurricane
And now my psyco dream, starts the virtual stram
We've won
Feelin' down the drain. Down the drain

Can someone tell me why we shouldn't fall to sleep
Can someone drain me down, I'm feelin' just like a creep

A new chip in town. A new haircut goin’ down
This man around
Never see him frown, never frown
A new deliverin’. The doctors shivering
Here comes the king
New chips around. New chips around
And in the basement, there is still a levee gonna' breake
Operators on
I feel the same, no one take the blame

Computers breakedown, operator’s codes goin’ down
Odyssey sound
Implantator’s ‘round. Everyone found
The whole town goin’ down. Ready for the countdown
Slowdown
Sun goin’ down. Goin’ down
And now my psyco dream, starts the virtual stram
We've won
Feelin' down the drain. Down the drain

Can someone tell me why we shouldn't stay awake
Can someone drain me down, Knowin’ there  is no mistake