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