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In a cracked reality reflections in broken glass don't point that finger at me in search of greener grass strung out and half retarded the eternal fuck up time to shit put up or shut the door it's negative five and I feel like Jack inside your hedgemaze I've seen the sun shine once or twice back into life size there never was a prize you see I'm endlessly frustrated bitch kindly suck the dick I could scream at your face you know it's like a brick wall the truth will always outshine the lies kiss my ass and say goodbye you rat shit son of a whore I've had enough and you're still trying to feed me more so offer me a drink a smoke or a fuck or what have you and I'll tell you I'm not going to buy the shit you sell

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from Death before delusion, released January 2, 2014
Written, performed, produced, engineered and mixed 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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