Letra de Stability

Time For the Final Bout. Rows of Deserted Houses.. All Our Stable Mates Are Highway Bound. Give Us Our Measly Sum: Getting the Air Inside My Lungs Is Heavenly. We're Starting Out With Nothing But Crippling Doubt. We'll Rest Easy (Justified). I've Suffered a Swift Defeat. I'll Endure Countless Repeats. The Gift of Memory Is An Awful Curse, With Age It Just Gets Much Worse, But I Won't Mind. I Won't Mind.. I Won't Mind.. I Won't Mind..