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Public Story
Karmacoma
Credits:
shin woong-jae
Updated: 11/21/20
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
From "Street Spirit (Fade Out)" by Radiohead