Outside this motel room, there is a world gone man. Mortals eating the flesh off the face of other mortals. Mad shooters mass murdering strangers for no apparent reason. Well, baby, I say we just stay here, you and me, make love, and forget about…

looking out the window next your bed wondering how you got here again holes in the walls where fists have been your doors always kept open please don't stop hoping you want the truth even it kills you your doubts have built up flame…

Ambient piece using the new Freeze pedal. For the ImprovFriday "Mars" themed event this weekend.