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I will be your victim
Make me, make me
Make me want to confess
That I'm just like the rest
In the waiting room
Should've been the same for you
The past is plastic
The past is plastic
Feet off the floor innocence
Lead fed, ego dead
I remember being jealous
First and most I remember
I will be your victim
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Survival Is Strange
03:06
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Today I said only pleasant things
Smiled at strangers
And they'd give one back to me
Confessed a love
That was only for myself
Now I feel guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Today my face beamed
And betrayed how I felt
Didn't envy
Didn't wish for something else
Said what I meant
In a less than passive way
Convinced myself
That blind confidence would help
Still I feel guilty
Guilty
Guilty
With my nails unkempt and frail
I carve my name
And claim what no one else will
Silence
Silence
Time is long and lonely
When you realize
Survival means marching
To the sound of a prosthetic heart
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Leveling In A Dream
02:38
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So tired of waking up
There's no such thing as me
So sure of it now
Yea, the truth is plain enough
There never was a me
So obvious now
Every look that I take
Will take a layer of skin
And every hand that I shake
Will come away looking red
So tired of waking up
This isn't a dream
There's no question now
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Your notion of consolation
Is bankrupt
Heaven and hell
Are just as well
No solace there
Without a clock to run out
I'm so glad you can't have your wish
'cause you don't know what it means
Life without death
Is not a gift
I'm so glad you can't have your wish
Paradise not lost
Paradise not lost
Paradise lost was just never found
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I Perceive Reptoids
02:27
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Always turn on your TV
You think you'll have a good life
Your strings get pulled and pulled in primetime
Tune in and dream a good life
When there's nothing on
When there's nothing on
I still can't look away
My screen is empty
My screen is empty
I still can't look away
Feed me
Feed me anything
I'll spit it out and swallow it again
My strings get pulled in primetime
I'll spit it out and swallow it again
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Isn't life so good?
Watch the legitimates
On their dad's shoulders
The patient earn a view
Of the costumed salesmen
Selling off their curse
Isn't he so good
To wait so patiently
For an empty plate?
More has been done with less
And it wrecks my stomach
Embarrassed, ashamed
Flailing and failing
Limbo is en vogue
And my dreams have a ceiling
But no common home
I'm a bitter mess
I'm a small human
Now is the time to runaway
The tide is reckless
The heat is relentless
And the streets are endless
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Fight Amp Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
FIGHT AMPUTATION was a heavy, grungy, hardcore punk crossed with sludgerock trio from the seedy underbelly of Philadelphia's noise rock scene active '04 - '16.
Fight Amp recommends:
The latest LP from Baltimore's Multicult, featuring more Fight Amp alum and perhaps the best noise rock band in the United States
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The newest offering from Rid Of Me, the homegrown Knife Hits noise punk outfit from Philadelphia
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The debut LP from the three final Fight Amp members and Itarya Rosenberg of Legendary Divorce. Heavy grunge punk.
go to albumIf you like Fight Amp, you may also like:
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supported by 94 fans who also own “Constantly Off”
Heavy and brutal. Definitely worth getting,
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Songs of the Exiled I: Chicago
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Two crushing songs from Dominican-American hardcore punk group La Armada introduce a yearlong set of releases paying homage to their roots.
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