Februarys, The - Stereo Disease

I knew it from the outset
This fog was not to lift
Breath hung like icicles in your lungs
Before my eyes blood clots rise

To the start the gridlock in me I can't stand it

On the way we drank all the poison up
To be let down, they watered it down too much
My vision yields empty fields
And on the streets a compost theme song rising