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