The audio equivalent of misery. Work in a Gulag? Parents sell you to an animal testing facility as a child? Slow, grinding, machine-like drudgery and waves of foreboding, buzzy brass create a churning bed of horrific depression that gets more dismal and scary @:09 as tormented, distant, radio-like men's vocals bemoan their choice of footwear. @:52 the vocals are soloed, returning to the main mix, but this time adding large snare drum hits, intensifying the oppressiveness and harkening back to the good old days at the facility wearing fifteen pounds of eye makeup, being fed 14 pounds of red dye #79 and wondering why you salivate every time you hear a doorbell. This cut would work with Horror, Sci-Fi, being enslaved to an alien race or being overdramatic about how tough your job at Starbucks is.