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LAST MATCH Down to the cemetery, hanging in with the lonely firs. It's time we build a fire, warm our travel-weary bones. We've spent so much time evading but I don't even care who sees. I'm fucking cold and tired, let the bastards try to seize our last match. In a moment I'll never forget -- in a moment of stupidity -- I forgot to be delicate. I forgot to treasure sanctity, inherent in the gift of fire (now a total fucking luxury). Represented in this broken matchstick is our modern-day guilty plea. This last match. Now you're telling me you've been late for a while. No wonder you've been sick.

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from ABOLITIONIST - "The Vicious Rumor" LP, released March 31, 2017

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