I can feel them, their hands touching me
Hold these things into position,
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
Fade out again
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
Fade out again
Fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds,
scream as they fight for life,
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes,
Hold these things into fruition,
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
Fade out again
Fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
