Texty: As Cities Burn. "This Is It.

Focus on the horizon, men
should you grow seasick
but don't expect silhouettes
of rescuer ships coming

Coming, they aren't coming for us

we've got prices on our heads
and millstones around our necks
we try to live forgiven but they won't let us forget
the bodies we're still in
the bodies that we still war against

son, this is it, this is it
you're gonna sink for your sins
unless grace be the wind
son, this is it, this is it
we're all sinking for our sins
unless grace be the wind

forget about being honest

forget about being passionate
wear that smile like you feel it
even when you don't
forget about being honest
forget about being passionate
I think they forgot about Jesus
seeking us out

In the bodies we're still in
the bodies we still war

son, this is it, this is it
you're gonna sink for your sins
unless grace be the wind
son, this is it, this is it
we're all sinking for our sins
unless grace be the wind
to fill our sails