The Deadline Lyrics & Chords By Qoreader

Body's full of refugees, there's no more room inside of me, drop the gun sir I'd advise, I picked the poison wine, I drank it slow, then shut my eyes. My deadlines lost...read more

Every corner I've taken Has led me to another dead end I can't seem to find what lies ahead And now these streets are engraved in me again Oh, what I'd give to be embrace with...read more