Rows of all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things position All these things we'll one day swallow whole And fade again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I under Be a world child, form a circle Before we all under fade out again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds Scream as fight for life I can feel death, can its beady eyes All these things into position All these things we'll one day swallow whole And fade out again fade out again