Little noises
Come quite quickly
Giant changes
Coming now
Backwards falling
Going under
Shrieking demon
Dying lamb
Bloody weapon
Trav'ling innards
Disembowel
And then fall down
Wither slowly
Or go quickly
But this is where
We all fall out
Obviously this poem is about death.
Thompson Twins fans will note that the lines "this is where / we all fall out" were nicked from old Saigon.
Er... I mean, nicked from their song "All Fall Out".
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