12.Street Spirit(Fade Out)
Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
Hold these things into position
All these things will want this world
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
Hold these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love.
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