The Flow at 09: 30 am 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