Proctor Rd - The Matches

All the people 'neath your feet

That you’ll never speak to

You’ll never meet

All of their windows on the glow

All of the dark age will go

Same as the dark when eyelids close

When you find a house on Proctor Rd

It’s walls of your skin, tissue thin

This is your Captain speaking:

«Welcome to the place

Seats back, return

To your all-importance of great concern

From your womb slash tomb

Slash seating coach

Feel the dead weight of a shadow approach

Feel the dead weight, weight of a shadow approach