The Inevitable Fate of the Universe

I stood at the centre of all creation
The elephant had left the room
I can't be the same thing to them
And the same thing to you

Abide by the rules of the atrium

For me the apple tree does lean down low
Yet I smell the foul fruit of your endeavours

Like a love affair
Between a civilian
And an army deserter
We were doomed

Give birth to humble renеwal

For empty heads
Control talking tongues
Thе fate of the feather and the fate of the brick
Equally weightless



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Atkinson, Nick Smith, Stace Fifield, Stuart Henley-minchington, Tim Stewart
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