street spirit.

rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things in all positions
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out
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
screaming as they fight for life
I can feel death
can see its beady eyes
all these things into frution
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again
immerse your soul in love

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