DEADLETTER - To The Brim Lyrics

DEADLETTER Lyrics

"To The Brim"

Who's got something that they want to say?
Who's got something to declare?
Who's got something that they want to say?
Floodgates in the throat held by the breadth of a hair

I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got
I've got nothing, I've got nothing, but I'll tell you something

Who holds contraband in fisted hands?
Who keeps malice up their sleeves?
Who holds contraband in fisted hands?
Veins engraved in faces on the cluck for relief

I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got nothing, I've got
I've got nothing, I've got nothing, but I'll tell you something

Give me something
Give me something
Give me something (I've got nothing)

Give me something, give me something, give me something, give me
Give me something, give me something, give me something
Fill me to the brim

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Writer(s): William Alan King, Alfred Charles Husband, George Frederick Ullyott, Zachary Lawrence Woolley, Samuel Christopher Lance Jones, Nathan Piggot

album: "Existence Is Bliss" (2026)

DEADLETTER - Existence Is Bliss album cover

What The World Missed

Cheers!

Among Us

Focal Point

(Back To) The Scene Of The Crime

Frosted Glass

He, Himself, And Him

Meanwhile In A Parallel

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