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Twenty four days of scaring the neighbors with devil music

by cats don't have souls

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1.
Got these arachnids crawling up the side of your face cockroaches make themselves at home under your skin digging and scratching in view a live tv audience wearing happy face masks applause congratulate the failure on his tired accomplishments that never amounted to shit looking back he wonders how did it ever come to this was there something we could have done nobody cares but it sure was fun dejected disaffected defected rejected and sent back to where it never belonged rot and die there's still time to get real fucking high so give it a try you'll love it more than love itself.
2.
Stop staring look away look inside or don't. It's just a suggestion. suggestive this expletive deleted in a shitstorm of swirling hatred Forged in the fires of a distressed ego tripper you know you really are my favorite psychopathic villain of the week A worthy scapegoat by anyone's assessment ommitted the names of the guilty mob immortalized in pixels take a deep breath and look in the mirror you sadistic fuck sad sap eat the bait enjoy the trap I've seen it all ain't nothing new nothing under the sun I'm just here for the free beer Does it seem warm in here ? I don't care I stopped giving fucks when the clocks started speeding up now each revolution is a taunting shove back to the needle littered playground of life
3.
A fiery mob of professional victims using abusing the demonized peasants it's so comfortable up on the soap box faith in the mentally ill the infantilized lead the way insanity as a strength pissing on the scales you're a health hazard but maybe safety is overrated nonsense words overused twisting the knife alphabetically organized seance conjure demons drunks and crazies from this rusted social purgatory rattling black mass meteor dance raining down on the karma drunken dying sphere laughing as we disappear embrace this legacy of depravity get off your asses and tear the roof off this condemned church we came to party
4.
Throw the condoms in the collection basket No one's gonna use them anyway roofies in the wine blasting christ body shots salt and tequila black out wasted never had so much fun giving my confession The nuns are taking off their habits and picking up some filthy fucking habits let's see those titties you dirty filthy sluts Praise the lord ! Those sunday sisters always classy Saturday nights alright for trash vow of silence broken when she's playing with her toys that pussy's a lot tighter than you might think I guess that's because the priest prefers little boys Forgive me father those catholic nuns make me hard I swear it wsn't the drugs I gave them. Or the booze. It was the devil. You ever see that movie Satanica Pandemonium ? It was like that. I promise. Forgive me. God damn it.. I'm so horny. I'd say some hail Mary's but dammit... If god thought she was fine... Shit. I'm just gonna get myself in more trouble. Sorry jesus. I'm really sorry. Somebody say a prayer for me. I really need them. I'm on my way to hell. I hope they have beer and sluts.
5.
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When you're talking to ghosts Do you want to be dead too ? Pale white girl dressed in black won't you lift your veil Draw a door on my wall and knock three times I'll let the reverend know that your sound of mind Trash that dreary memoir, ain't no reason to pout I'll meet you in the attic where we'll lock the living out In the hall she snapped a polaroid These apparitions caught on celluloid Felt like the dead were dying in this wasting derelict state She's been haunting my attic since 1988 So alone So utterly alone... When you're dancing calypso in your school girl uniform We can conjure up Mephisto with that Harry Belafonte song I know I spend an awful lot of time Down at Dante's brothel But you're really nice, even to the worms And I think you'd make a nice fuckin' model So strange How you can see right through the sheets Unusual How you can see me Honey don't jump off that bridge Don't plummet The afterlife has enough civil servants.
6.
it was a quarter past midnignt in the woods by the shore I drank a beer under moonlight smoked a spliff and drank some more Off in the distance something caught my eye A dead girl laying face up in a ditch I chugged my forty ouncer and inspected the bitch I poked her with a stick I found a dead hooker in the woods I'm gonna get stoned and take her home I ain't ever gonna be alone Laid her down in the guest room stitched her up and cleaned her real nice did her hair up like Elvira after checking it for lice I don't think that the neighbors know about the dead girl living with me I'm sure they'd be pretty fuckin' judgemental if they ever did see the corpse bride shrine in my creepy basement dungeon You know sometimes, the smell can be quite pungent.
7.
Asleep awake I'm dreaming saw the horror live on the t.v. safe in the living room they handed out opinions one sided fits all eating fear bones and all choking on fear bones and all Laughing as the scenery burns wake up screaming this ain't a movie but it's promoted like a cracked out blockbuster directed by the devil himself Screened it forcefully burned through our eyelids applause. sigh. laugh. die. paranoia culture porn agonized over the details bird shit on the faded pavement towering monuments to our great ambition reduced to animals quietly fighting over seating arrangements bring us the beating heart of the lifeless whore we'll use it for a decoration There's damage done and being done what's clear doesn't always sit so well obscure the facts soak the cut and dry learn to love the lies while we're smashed to shit in this tidal wave of hatred
8.
A false sense of security lulling us to sleep best to ignore the promise of hope because optimism is cheap Now the devil took hold get used to the cold because he's got us all by the balls and everybody knows hoe it goes everything stops nothing grows as we celebrate death in the fall Spirits sink through uncharted layers of hell wandering alone and cold threw our last wish down the well Smile it's only isolation in the most unforgiving iteration breathe out can you see your breath ? Have you ever even just in jest prayed for death ? Consistent hue midnight blue starlit backdrop overhead Cycling phrases chatter the voice in our heads The sacred and profane molded by the insane but nothing ever seems to hide the shame the saints are dancing these occult rituals lighting candles praying for someone to take the blame What's it matter ? This shivering serenade of Febuary Illusions shatter This hypothermic parade of misery Waited hours for the rain it all went wrong Sheets of ice encase everything on the street drizzle down rain it's still below freezing still not getting used to natures abuse Strike with indirect precision survival is the only aim worth striving for Just wait it out just ride it out while life defrosts

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I've decided to take on the RPM challenge this year, and attempt to write a whole album in a month. What could go wrong ? A shitty album ? Stay tuned.

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released February 5, 2018

All songs written and performed by j. Sebastiano, Febuary 2018.
All instruments, production, mixing and mastering by j. Sebastiano

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cats don't have souls Albany, New York

Cats don’t have souls started off as a minimalist deathrock duo and polluted itself into a drunken and deranged sound experimental prog obsessed entity with a personality disorder. Please be considerate of others and don't play this too loud.

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