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 [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.