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Intro/Attack
01:40
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Attack Me
Attack the masses
Attack yourselves
It’s not like anyone cares about anyone else
Attack your masters
Attack your captures
Punch the mirror, who needs its luster
Attack the unexpected
Attack the perfected
Your first response was probably introspected
Attack for the chaos
No one knows pathos
Help me create a brutal seance
Attack
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Afterglow
01:23
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Mask up, get down
Hide who you really are
You won’t, I will
Show them all my scars
Go left, Go right
Doesn’t matter much to me
Cause I will do what I can
To be the better man
I want to grow
Quid pro quo
All I’ve ever wanted, is to be the afterglow
Clam up, speak out
You can’t limit yourself
Fuck off, hang on
Don’t enter your personal hell
Do right, do wrong
Depending on how you feel
Just do what you can
To be the better man
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Television Sick Atlanta, Georgia
We're Television Sick and we're just trying to play music for your ear holes that you will hopefully enjoy and hopefully listen to more than once. But honestly we don't care either way, we're mainly just trying to have a good time.
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