| 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! |