Street Spirit (Fade Out)

Rows of houses

All bearing down on me

I can feel their

Blue hands touching me

All these things into position

All these things will one day take control

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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

Fade out again,

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Fade out again,

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