Lyrics Future of the Left

Future of the Left

Plague of Onces

come alone...

yes...

why put the body where the body don't want to go?

under my nails?

yes...

why put the body where the body don't want to go?

I don't need a point because I didn't last summer

I don't need objectives

I don't need a process

I don't need a prison

(I don't need a prison)