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