Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Rows of houses, all bearing down on meI can feel their blue hands touching meAll these things into positionAll these things we'll one day swallow wholeAnd fade out again and fade out
This machine will not communicateThese thoughts and the strain I am underBe a world child, form a circleBefore we all go underAnd fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birdsScream as they fight for lifeI can feel death, can see its beady eyesAll these things into positionAll these things we'll one day swallow wholeAnd fade out again
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