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

Most perfectly 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 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...