Mass of the Black Cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping

But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking

We will awake

And boiling over in disgust like kettles

We will turn the world upon its head

We are the holy cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping

But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking

We will awake

And boiling over in disgust like kettles

We will turn the world upon its head

We are the holy cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping

But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking

We will awake

And boiling over in disgust like kettles

We will turn the world upon its head

We are the holy cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping

But one of these nights to the sound of crickets croaking

We will awake

And boiling over in disgust like kettles

We will turn the world upon its head

We are the holy cats