Rows of houses, bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things into position these things we'll one day whole And fade out again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate These thoughts the strain I am under Be a world form a circle Before we all go under And fade out again and fade out again
Cracked dead birds as they fight 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 out again fade out again