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Why I stopped going to art galleries

from Cats Don't have Souls by cats don't have souls

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She wrote a song calling for a life spent in decay
Lessons in restraint
abstract designer mourning

It's ever so cathartic
even if it's just a simulation
You'll only see interference
white noise
The visual language of decay

If you stand back at just the right angle
The crayon scratches on the canvas almost look like
The artist wants to communicate something...
I think it says:
" Give me your money and hang this piece of shit up on your wall"

She's locked herself up again
carving modern art into her wrists
She's sucking on the barrel
of the very gun she wants to take from you

She says it ain't no good for you

If you read deep into the word salad
I think the poet is trying to express his inner most feelings
I think he's feeling:
"I bet you think this is deep. I wrote it on the toilet.
Now hail me as the next Rimbaud and give me your fucking money"

With chernobyl glowing in our soul heading for a meltdown
A rapture of passion
on the verge of a breakthrough
Damaged to perfection
They've got medication
Consume and obey
The modern mantra of today

Eat
Sleep
Kill
Fuck
Consume
Obey
Decay

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from Cats Don't have Souls, released January 5, 2018
j- guitars, bass, vox, production
Matt- Drums, recording

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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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