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Mark awakens. The SUITS, still with him, encourage him now to open his eyes, "sky blue eyes."

From out of his darkness comes to the realisation that he's still alive. Mark senses his body. He hears voices in a language he can barely understand. He air is clean, cool and salty. But the more conscious he becomes, the more he remembers Lagerstrasse, Marusia, the fallen cities, the hungry hordes of homeless peoples. "Taken me blood earth, pound me flesh."

He craves for a smoke and a solid drink. As he cries for attention, to his horror, he can only make a harsh wailing sound. The SUITS scream in unison with him.

Mark becomes agitated, frustrated and angry, drawing more on his past, seeking freedom in movement, seeking answers for the repatriation of his friends. "They bartered me living, exchanged me dead!"

Slowly he comes to the realisation that his thoughts are cradled within the fragile body of a newborn child. As soon as he becomes fully conscious of his predicament he's picked up and hurled into a vast body of water. He feels the cold, salty water envelop him. He hears a woman's screams. They fade the deeper he enters the black oblivion.

He opens his eyes and sees the rotting hull of wooden boat pass overhead. More than 100 starving people are on board. A floating Lagerstrasse. Dozens of tiny emaciated hands paddle in unison on either side of the hull. Mark's eyes close once more. "Forever Auslaender, Forever ein Staatenloser."

SUITS He's opening his eyes.

MARK FEDOTYCH I'm opening my eyes.

SUITS
Clickety clack, sky blue eyes

MARK FEDOTYCH
My eyes, my eyes
blind to the seein world

SUITS
Clickety clack, sky blue eyes

MARK FEDOTYCH
My soul eyes
my God given soul eyes blinkin to the seein world

SUITS
Clickety clack, expanding eye

MARK FEDOTYCH
Come then bones
come then skin
give me form
wake me spring

They bartered me living
Exchanged me dead
Taken me blood earth
Pound me flesh
My land, my ice

SUITS
Open, open, open your eyes
Clickety clack, wider eyes

MARK FEDOTYCH
The medium was the message
but the message was a lie
Der sonne mach spase
spase micht mein fleish

SUITS
Clickety clack, wider eyes

MARK FEDOTYCH
I'm seein, I'm seein
Lagerstrasse now
Freiheit it ain't
does it matter any how

All I want, all I need
is one cigarette
just one cigarette
Just one drink,
Just one sip
to dance all night on Stalin's grave
to stomp my way out of Laggerstrasse
only one sip
just one sip

SUITS
Clickety clack, oh Hell oh Hell
Click clack click clack click clack click!!!

(Hissing and whining sounds)

SUITS
Kick them kick them kick them legs

SUITS
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose

MARK FEDOTYCH
Ich
Ich bin
Ich bin nicht
Ich bin nicht ein Auslander

Ich
Ich bin
Ich bin nicht
Ich bin nicht ein Staatenlose

SUITS
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose
Ausländer und Staatenlose

MARK FEDOTYCH
Ich
Ich had
Ich hab ein
Ich had ein apfle in mein kauf

Undt ales
Ales ist gute
yah, ales
ales ist gute
yah, ales
ales ist gute
yah, ales
ales ist gute!


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