This machine 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 its beady eyes
All these things into fruition
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
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