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 Watch your body into the bottle Watch me kick out the chair Let you chew up the gla*s And laughed as you just hung there I had 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 like a Almost feels like a, almost feels like a gun 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 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, yeah 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 Almost feels like a, almost feels like a gun Feels like a gun, feels like a gun Feels like a gun, feels like a