Catholic Guilt Vol. 1

by the Burden

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Debut EP, recorded in the summer of 2009.

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released December 24, 2009

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Track Name: 卐
junkie cops, soccer moms, banging H in apt. 1. the fucking smell is deaths outcome, eyes roll back, leave your whole body numb. I can't take it, too far gone, singing my so long song, in the mexican slums, with my rig and a gun.light live life luck, light live life luck, light live life luck, rape steal kill fuck, rape steal kill fuck, rape steal kill fuck. the fucking smell is deaths out come, hate fuck, fuck salvation, mind errosion, I can't take it too far gone singing my so long song, in the mexican slums, with my rig and a gun. light live life luck, light live life luck, rape steal kill fuck. goodbye, farewell my bright red sun, will you rape to steal, or will you kill to fuck? sing it. you can't defeat my insecurities, you can't compete with my abnormalities.
Track Name: Waiting Rooms
wanna talk about the sleepless nights when all you want is a line as fucking brown as the sky my god wanna talk about trying t0 stay dry when every night is a black mindfuck dear lord pissed all over myself life's never been to good for my health dear ma I wanna tell you, but if you knew you'd try to kill yourself again, and dad? said "life's but a series of waiting rooms, it's all a matter of what you choose" so when he chose to fuck your sister, did he make the choice for you? 'cause in my eyes... when he chose to fuck your sister, did he make the choice for you? 'cause I know where you been ma, and I know it ain't right, and I know me blacking out tonight ain't gonna change his outlook on life, so when we make it out alive, it'll be the biggest fuck you, of his life
Track Name: Cutters
daddy was there for her first fucking breath. birthdays, first grades, when her hymen first bled. he said "i'll promise you'll see worse days, spread your legs and quit crying like your mother". knife to the groin he felt the cut, cut. blood was pouring from her cunt,cunt. a**** was 12 the first time her daddy fucked her. all the kids at school called her a cutter.she believed in no love, daddy made her bleed out in the fucking bath tub.
Track Name: Fuck Machine
head's tight loosen the screws lay back and lose still swallowing blues man I told you got nothin to lose still acting a fool fucking up is a rule. hand's tied head's on a stick fucked up n sick bed covered in piss it's a life I wouldn't wish I would live constantly tense brain like a cid mama told me not to hang with the fools "they're all junkies n tools"/"they're all fucked so are you" I just sit back n spit "mama not you too" no life to lose/still spitting at the wind to watch my mother cry/no life to love/ fucked up n sick bed covered in shit(something gets repeated) I'm documenting my rise and my fall. lifelike,it is what it is, eyes closed n sick nodding out on a bench, holding on to every word that she spit, waiting for the next hit, over and over again over again over and over again over again over and over again over again
Track Name: Depressed Breath
everything falls down around me yea the come down it's astounding I dream awake my chest is pounding-depressed breath-pull my teeth because they're rotting, can't close my eyes feels like I'm falling, packs of rats squealing and gnawing-depressed breath-end these thoughts, endless thoughts of suicide it's in my head shit I can never fucking hide-depressed breath-watch me fucking die-depressed breath- hammer my hand to released adrenaline 3rd day d.t's from fucking vicodin, days and nights spent vomiting-depressed breath- mental dialogue says I'm dead, keep moving on, feet like lead, internal bleeding, it's all in my head-depressed breath- so drink and smoke all you've fucking got, pop and shoot til it's fucking gone, we are the prophets of grime-depressed breath-dead end days to dead nights-depressed breath-we are the prophets of grime this is our armaggedon song