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Dead Is Dead
04:01
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I'd rather give back to the dirt.
Mate with the trees that helped me breathe.
Taxiderm my remains and go on display.
A sort of mantlepiece. Fix, Discomforting.
Taxiderm my remains and go on display.
A second guess isn't divine reflex.
I'm not looking for a hole in the sky.
I'm looking for a hole in the ground.
Hole in the ground, not in the sky.
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2. |
Late Bloomer
04:22
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The old contagious second-rate first born.
Even though it fits them well.
Just the same favorite third-person singalong.
Worldly as it is meaningless.
It fits me well. What more is there?
When number one keeps such good company.
It's either sink or sink.
Vanity alone makes it worth the wait.
Wait. Wait.
Making something of myself
Makes me feel like someone else.
Useless bastard, stay inside.
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3. |
What A Drag
02:09
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Don't care about a peaceful rest.
We're all doomed to death.
So you can take your time.
I'd rather just not try.
I'll drop dead here and now.
Makes no difference how.
You can live and take your time.
I'd rather just not try.
I may live long and slow.
Makes no difference when I go.
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4. |
Samhain
03:24
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All this shit has gotten to our heads
Relapse pill eyed dead.
Chemicals and things we smashed
The recess you called senseless.
For egos sake and the sake of weird.
The cold is on it's way
and it's not gonna stop.
Dig in the dirt, rest in the dirt.
It separates the body from the head.
It separates.
Relapse pill eyed dead.
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5. |
Lungs
04:31
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I can see the poison.
It's coming through my window.
It's coursing through my veins.
Settling in my marrow.
It's hanging over my head.
Working at cancer alley.
But Dad's gotta eat, Dad's gotta live.
And we'll follow in his footsteps.
Mind's blank, tongue's dry, sleep's gone.
Feeling fucked up when I'm not
and fine when I am.
There's a lot we've been meaning to say
but we're different people every day.
Our battle is different, it's in our minds
and only visible in the dark.
But where are our minds?
The pages are filled with filth and pollution.
The pages are filled with sleepless nights.
There's no such thing as paranoia.
Our book is more than just tall tales.
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6. |
Bound and Hagged
04:19
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Progression to 2D, regression of reality.
Let your hands do what your mouth won't.
No need for talking, let your fingers do the walking.
What we have here is a disconnect.
The fictional person you want to project.
Breakdown to pixels so everyone can see.
Won't you be fucked without electricity??
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7. |
Get High and Fuck
06:35
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I don't want to. Don't fucking want to.
That doesn't matter? It doesn't matter.
If everyone just disappeared,
I could relax and wait to die.
And it's your fault that I'm still here.
I don't want to. Don't fucking want to.
I don't want to. I just don't want to.
Have not, have none.
I'm the normal one.
It never occurred to me, never occurred.
Don't wanna play along or do anything at all.
I'm the normal one.
Normalo uno.
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8. |
Dumb Luck
03:09
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I laid in bed for thirty days.
Like when you're awake but not awake.
A safety net before old age.
Like when you're awake but not awake.
I couldn't feel it.
Maybe it's more relevant
when you can't remember it.
Nevermind. Forget it.
Keeps happy not doing anything.
Last place is better than nothing.
So happy.
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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.
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