Текст песни 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...