Cut Up Angels (Instrumental Version)

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 Chorus I lost my head, you couldn't come This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun. Watch you bite into the bottle, watch me kick out the chair. Let you chew on the glass and laugh as you just hung there. I had thought of rose petals, Most imperfectly 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 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 me 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 feel like a, almost feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a gun, feels like a...