Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
Up the harrowdown hill
There where you used to go school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

But I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No-one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

But I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness

-Thom Yorke-

Sta arrivando. Manca poco. Quanto?
Un giorno, un mese, un anno un'ora?!
Quanto ancora? Poco. Pochissimo.
La vedo. Immensa nube tossica si gonfia.
Inghiotte tutto ciò che la circonda.
Trangugierà anche me, maledetta.
Maledetto l'uomo che l'ha creata.
Maledetto da Dio. Da un Dio che non ci ama.
Un Dio che non ama sè stesso.
Dio suicida dedito all'autodistruzione.
Perchè? Per capriccio.