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[Космическая Мартышка]

Street Spirit (Fade Out)

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 we'll one day 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 fruition



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