Apostolic // Paradise Lost
Abandoned in my hour of need
Apostolic fashion, flawlessly
Turned, ran, never once looked back
When misfortune struck, when the shit hit the fan
So save your breath, there's nothing left to understand
Don't you dare try to shake my hand
Old friend, to phrase it simply
You are dead as dead as dead to me
Your treachery is fucking sickening
I swear
I will
Put a bullet through my head
Before I let myself be manipulated again
Apostolic fashion, flawlessly
Turned, ran, never once looked back
When misfortune struck, when the shit hit the fan
So save your breath, there's nothing left to understand
Don't you dare try to shake my hand
Old friend, to phrase it simply
You are dead as dead as dead to me
Your treachery is fucking sickening
I swear
I will
Put a bullet through my head
Before I let myself be manipulated again
Credits
Writer(s): Brady Mathews, Gavin Hairgrove, Timmy Wolfe, Travis Boaz
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