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