Surreal fast and angry. Like a migraine without the pain.
heavy grunge noise angry
Story behind the song
written in the early winter of 2003. i clearly remember the day I wrote this song. I was stuck in my bedroom with no money and no cigarettes and none of my friends would answer their phones. I was completely stranded.
Lyrics
This bleach is affecting me... burns my skin, clears my mind
I'm happy that I can scratch through the hollow spots... makes me smile, scares me bad.
'Tis the season for a winter feeling in the morning.
Wouldn't it be nice if the flowers would grow... something else, no chance in hell
Starfish girls and seahorse whores... cure the hunger, eat the children
'Tis the season for a winter healing in the morning.
In the morning.