A song about the futility of life, the pointlessness of existence and the certainty of death.

The song is a fitting end to a quite depressing album in which Yorke ends with a glimmer of hope with a… Read More [Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

And fade out again

And fade out

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

And fade out again

And fade out again

[Bridge]

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

And fade out again

And fade out again

[Outro]

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Ah-na-na, ah-na-na

Immerse your soul in love (Ah-na-na, ah-na-na)

(Ah-na-na, ah-na-na)

Immerse your soul in love (Ah-na-na, ah-na-na)