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 Angel
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
Watched 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 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 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 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 could´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
I lost my head
You could´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a...
almost feels like a...
almost feels like a gun
Feels like a gun...
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