Hazel Lucey, Brian Jones and James Greve - All Falls

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So late, nowhere to go
Vertebrates in pleasure domes
cll thieved, all fleeced
Trick shoes, flat earth chic
Smile — don't ruin the treat
In your hands, dead seed

cll falls
It all falls

So late, nowhere to rest
For a weary trans-humanist
Grunt, let me hear your happiness
cll solved, all gone
Quiver and sweat, so enthralled
By the way, mother called

cll falls
It all falls

Swine heroes
High means low
Feast like a beast
You supersonic zero

Don't tell me you're alarmed
Now that the bell is rung
It's funny on a globe
That you should try and run

cll falls
It all falls

Written by:
James Greve

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