Cat Track (he Has No Balls) Songtext

The cat, fully fulfilled, he's got no balls.
Spends everyday calm of breath, found a new place to breathe in.
You make furniture grin.
Free of your sex, you have the space,
to fill up to the brim with breathing.
The sleep of the satisfied,
The neutered cat.
The twitch of the whisker,
Instinct held back.
Bird of prey on a desert plane.