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Eyes of the divine

from Death before delusion by cats don't have souls

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Close scratching comfort cut our wrists and take it in another living lie shamelessly cold and growing thin toxic lingo words that mean shit in the eyes of the divine barely scratching the surface buy more put it away something to aspire to in the grand scheme the pieces don't fit shoved together recklessly

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from Death before delusion, released January 2, 2014

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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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