Rows of houses all bearing down on meI can feel their blue hands touching meAll these things in all positionAll these things we'll one day swallow wholeAnd fade out again and fade outThis machine will, will not communicateThese thoughts and the strain I am underBe a world child, form a circleBefore we all go underAnd fade out again and fade out againCracked eggs, dead birdsScream as they fight for lifeI can feel death, can see it's beady eyesAll these things into positionAll these things we'll one day swallow wholeAnd fade out again and fade out againImmerse your soul in loveImmerse your soul in love