Operation Anthill - text

Dead people walking, it seems to me,
When I open the door and look down to the streets
Between the never ending walls of factories,
Up to the messed-up and pollutioned sky that turned grey.
Their words are yelling in my ears,
"You have to go this way 'cause work sets you free."

Am I here to produce and to consume their lies?
It's so easy to provide opacity and disbelieve!

Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!

So I go back inside and close the door,
'Cause cowed of these scenes I lock the door two times just to make sure
That this sickness won't come in.
I look through the room and hope to find a way to escape.

I'll stop this trip and bring myself to a better end.
The hidden ways are dangerous,
But those that I've seen are unwalkable for me.

Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation ant... hill!

Everyday the same agony,
Once you had a dream but you threw 'em away.
You look at the abyss, and the abyss looks at you,
Your soul dies slowly but you still play the God given role.

I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead.
I'm not dead, I'm not... I'm not dead!

Operation...

Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!
Operation anthill!