rows of houses all bearing down on me
i can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things will one day take control
and fade out again and fade out

this machine will [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
all these things we'll one day swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again