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

I lost my head

You couldn´t come

This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottle

Watch me kick out the chair

Let you chew up the glass

And laughed as you just hung there

I have thought of rose petals

Mostly perfect and pure

I thought of your petals

And the abuse they´ve been through

I lost my head

You couldn´t come

This lust to 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 YEA

I told the angels

Can´t stay in heaven

I asked the devil, the devil, the devil.

If we cut out the bad

Then we´d have nothing left

Like i cut up your angels

Yeh you stabbed me to death

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 gun

I lost my head

You couldn´t come

This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

I lost my head

You couldn´t come

This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Feels like a gun.

Feels like a gun.

Feels like a gun.

Feels like a...