15 Floors from The Heater by Peace Monsters

Awful feeling
Bitter hands, bitter hands tonight

Awful feeling
Bitter hands, bitter hands tonight

Awful feeling
Supple hands, supple hands tonight

Awful feeling
Bitter hands, supple hands tonight

Wonderful feeling
Different hands, different hands tonight

Wonderful feeling
Bitter hands, bitter hands tonight

What was I thinking, what was I thinking
What was I supposed to do
What I thinking, what am I thinking
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
What was I thinking, isn't it awful, what I'm supposed to do?
Isn't it awful, what these hands can do, what they can do?

Words seep into me

Isn't it awful, isn't it awful, isn't it awful
I wasn't thinking, tell me what I'm supposed to do now
Isn't it awful, isn't it awful, what these hands can do?
Isn't it awful, what I'm made to do, what they made me do?

Words seep into me

It's spinning again, feeling it too
Little plastic cars, top of the roof
Slow peeling away in the patch of my youth
Falling 15 floors, falling 15 floors

• Alternative
• experimental rock
• loud
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• post-punk
• Chicago