Street Spirit (Fade Out)

rows of houses all bearing down on me
i can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things into position
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and 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
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 position
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again.