Текст песни To Hell With This - Nevea Tears

To Hell With This

To hell with this, I wash my hands of this wreck.\nHearts crash and ours crashed.\nDig graves for the kids.\nI said I don’t hate you anymore, please don’t pray.\nEverybody see the prize.\nNo it’s not for, not for.\nAnd everybody see the prize.\nKnow it’s not for taking.\nShe kisses fear like nothing; she would rather live right now.\nWe can all pray.\nSomeone please save me.\nListen close, can you hear it now? Slowly creeping behind.\nI’m not running anymore.\nWe’re bleeding from our hands.\nEvery breath that I take, reminds me of you.\nAnd it drives me insane.\nAll we are, are the odd ones…