rows of houses all bearing down on mei can feel their blue hands touching meall these things in all positionsall these things will one day take controland fade out again and fade outthis machine will will not communicate these thoughtsand the strain i am underbe a world child form a circle before we all go underand fade out again and fade out againcracked eggs dead birdsscream as they fight for lifei can feel death can see it’s beady eyesall these things into frutionall these things we’ll one day swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again.