Torn Apart

from Interpolars by Absence of Truth

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No second chances
You've sold your soul

I'm left dying in a puddle of my mind
Running into nothing while I'm running out of time
Call me a narcissist because you're too scared to cry
You wouldn't even care right now if I died

I'm sick of your cold, hard lies
If you spit in my face right now, I wouldn't be surprised
I try so hard

To salvage my soul
To become something
Something you never were
But still I'm not good enough
For you

I've no respect for you if you've none for me
But that makes me the worst person I could ever be
Tear me apart

Shackled is my tongue, say no more
You're guilty until proven that you're furthermore a whore
Say I'm in the wrong one more fucking time
It'll be the last moment, yours and mine
Time is running out

To salvage my soul
To become something
Something you never were
But still I'm not good enough
For you

I'm sick of your cold, hard lies
If you spit in my face right now, I wouldn't be surprised
I try so hard

Down until the casket's wet, full of blood and sorrow
We won't fucking stop until you're weeping for tomorrow
Your mother cries out for your name, fate's looking grim
Your second chance has come and went, we won't let you win

We will destroy everything

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from Interpolars, released July 3, 2019

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