This Is It letra

Dripping blood on your sunday dress
So much baggage, a fucking mess.
Day after day, a life on the ropes.
No use waiting for any hope.
You're just a waste of my breath.
Hope you dig the flowers I wont send.
This time baby, you can't leave.
Pray to that god you'll never see.
You're going to scream when you burn

Bars - Letras

• Bright Lights For Demise
• I Was Asleep By Now
• Like It Never Was
• The Frequencies Are Fucked
• This Is It
• TOECUTTER
• Too Far Down
• Type Face Love Letter
• Up To My Neck
• You Are My Target Audience