Letras:
Weakerthans The Confessions Of A Futon Revolutionist

more than this Say I needed one more kiss We left that light on way too long Let?s plant a bomb at city-hall Let?s kill a member of the Legislative

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means