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