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...
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