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