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 will one day take control
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 its beady eyes
all these things into fruition
all these things wie'll one day swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again

.iMMersE your soUL in LOVE.

I am like this when the police finally find me.

Story begins with explosion. Ends with explosion.

Hit the road quick.

One of us.

No autonomy. A lethal cocktail. Horrific violence.

General loss of interest.

Children go to school tied together, led by parents.

The results of this intrusion into your life will 
be used 'responsibly' in ways you cannot even begin 
to imagine. Of course, the innocent have nothing to 
fear from the radidly expanding data industry.