The Flow At 9 30 Am (Age of Silence)

Coloured flashes never burned my eyes The way the dirty sun does On my way from the office, Through streets of bleached light, It came to me that what I had to do was To find the main flow and obstruct it It came to me that what I had to do was To find the main flow and obstruct it So I went to the cathedral. Nick-A was at the turntables as always The fans were already dancing like madmen So I went to the cathedral. Nick-A was at the turntables as always The fans were already dancing like madmen To the pulsating beat. It had a cashier-like quality A soundtrack working in verdant direction Mr. A kept chasing the flow with an ever-increasing BPM As the audience exchanged movements - bargaining for moves and grooves until power restrictions were enforced and the BPM sunk like a stone Coloured flashes never burned my eyes The way the dirty sun does On my way from the office, Through streets of bleached light, It came to me that what I had to do was To find the main flow and obstruct it It came to me that what I had to do was To find the main flow and obstruct it So I went to the cathedral. Nick-A was at the turntables The dancers were left in despair - discontented It was rumoured that some of them chose the red exit