3X from Katastrop by Taf TET 940

Everything does this
Why is it my fault?
I'm not your object
I'm not your object

Do what you must
And muster to do
Live like a prairie dog
With a beckoning flu

Oh salt in the sky
Rain fire on my enemies
But impress them first
In case they bring their conscience

Fat christ
Fat christ

Over the top pansy
Raging in the motel
Applying make-up to everyone
With an oppressing presence
Salivating like a bulldog

The pockets of fire
I didn't cause them
I got it all in threes threes threes
Screw everything else

My mill is a weapon
Churning out
Cooling up
Cooling
Cooling
Cooing
Oh fucking darkness

Stop asking me these questions

• Folk
• indie
• rock
• shamanistic
• Winneconne