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Guilt

by Fourtracula

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lyrics

Guilt
He’s got a glass full of guilt that he drank from her breast and now he is real.

She cries, she moans, fear runs down her bones like hot butter down her thighs and now she is real.

Real. Real Guilt.

Purple bruises, no more excuses. Its so exciting to be alive and now she is real.

This soap opera is his life. A guilt that cuts like a knife. If this is living, he’s already dead and now he is real!

Real. Real Guilt.

Nothing’s gonna make me, nothing’s gonna fake me, nothing’s gonna make me real. Nothing’s gonna make me, nothing’s gonna fake me, nothing’s gonna make me real. Nothing’s gonna make me, nothing’s gonna break me, nothing’s gonna make me real. So real… So real… So real…

credits

released January 1, 2018
Written by Jason Ward.
Guitar and vocals by Jason Ward.
Bass by Randy Lo Gudice.
Drums by Robo Carrillo*
Recorded in our bedrooms.
Mixed and mastered by Kevin Carafa.

*Chris Carrillo as Robo Carrillo.

Cover layout by Amanda Ward.

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Fourtracula Costa Mesa, California

I make music. I’m Jason Ward. Most tracks will have me on guitar and singing. Randy Lo Gudice plays bass and Robo Carrillo plays the internet drums. He wants to be Dick Rubin but he’s Beat MIDI-Ler until the record is done.

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