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Missile Youth

from Fuck Death! by When There Is None

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A sea of shapeless angles
A dusty taste
The warmth of blood and sweat
Running down our legs

A world waiting to be set…

Home-made hockey sticks
Secretly smoked cigarettes
Thoughts like missiles
Ready to be misled

Smashing your bad taste
Throwing pebble stones
Against your fake idyll
And all that it stands for

A world waiting to be set…
On fire

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from Fuck Death!, released May 1, 2020

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