Cut Up Angels

If we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left.
Like I cut up your mouth the night I stuffed it all in.
And you lied to the angels, said I stabbed you to death.
If we go at the same time, they'll clean up the mess

Chorus
I lost my head, you couldn't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.

Watch you bite into the bottle, watch me kick out the chair.
Let you chew on the glass and laugh as you just hung there.
I had thought of rose petals,
Most imperfectly pure.
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they've been through.

I lost my head, you couldn't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
You lost your head, I couldn't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a, almost feels like a, almost feels like a gun whoa, whoa.

I told the angels, can't stay in heaven
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil.

If we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left.
Like I cut up your angels, yeah you stabbed me to death.

I lost me head, you couldn't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
You lost your head, I couldn't come.
This lust to my brain almost feels just like a gun, yeah.

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This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun.
I lost my head, you couldn't come
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