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history is a wet dream from which i can’t awake
slip inside the jetstream and pray to lord my soul to take
its an abject kind of terror like liquid in your bones
varispeed obliteration fallin hard in dulcet tones
the end of things approaches with a saccharine display
of everything you’ve ever loved turned into a parody
of angelminded whipsters burnin for the scene
delicately promenading the follies of their teens
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its the end of all things
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my band plays my songs and they play em sweet
rock and roll will never fly it lays and bleeds out on the street
the spirit of 79 is headed for a crash
everyone i’ve ever loved just burns up in a flash
the end of things denies that which gives it form
where all the holy rattlesnakes crumple and deform
alan vega came to me as i sank into a bitter sleep
said moped chains and addled brains we all just want what we can keep
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its the end of all things

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YOUTH AGAINST SATAN Boston, Massachusetts

LOVE LIGHT ROCK+ROLL
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