Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ripping Me Apart, artist - NOTHING MORE. Album song The Stories We Tell Ourselves, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 14.09.2017
Record label: Better Noise
Song language: English
Ripping Me Apart |
Came to with your hands around my neck |
Angel in my ear and a gun to my back |
You take the wind from me but I choke for the last time |
Keep your convictions. |
I’m done playing the victim |
You better move on motherfucker |
But you pull me right back together |
Yeah you pull me right back |
You pull, you pull, you pull |
Oh God, you’re ripping me apart |
You’re ripping me apart |
Oh you make me a God when we come together |
You make me the best but I never get better |
You are the lie, you are the dream |
You are everything to me |
You rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me |
I got that four foot nine and fifteen hundred pound |
Gorilla in the room |
But no one knows, nobody knows that he’s got me by the throat |
He says «I'm not here to lie about the pain. |
I’m here to make you feel it.» |
But you pull me right back together |
Yeah you pull me right back |
You pull, you pull, you pull |
Oh God, you’re ripping me apart |
You’re ripping me apart |
Oh you make me a God when we come together |
You make me the best but I never get better |
You are the lie, you are the dream |
You are everything to me |
You rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me |
You’re coming through the back door |
Pull the trigger screaming «gimme more!» |
Crack my head on the concrete |
My conscience right in front of me |
Blood pumping like a heart attack |
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me how to act |
You make me a God when we come together |
You make me the best but I never get better |
You are the lie, you are the dream |
You are everything to me |
Oh you make me a God when we come together |
You rip out my heart and you push in the dagger |
You are the lie, you are the dream |
You are every-fucking-thing to me |
You took it all from me |
(You took it all from me) |
Oh how you rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me |
You’re coming through the back door |
Pull the trigger screaming «gimme more!» |
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me how to act |
Oh God, I just need another cigarette |