Never Let It Die
You Are Beneath Me by End of a Year

Louis Slotin

by End of a Year· from You Are Beneath Me

To hold what I find myself to close to grip Lesser concerns! Lesser concerns! I can almost put my tongue to it! Problems on problems, they farm a garrote. Now here's how you solve them: Put your knee in my back, let your hands do the sawing. What I wouldn't give for a billion smaller problems.