Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into 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