Rapture

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black (whoo) Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black At first you'll find A prophecy of what could've been, you know (you know) You know, there's all sorts of crap on the TV these days Now you won't live after such disaster You're a lot full of smashed-up cars Cross-hatched in the metal when you're cracking up But you're part of the pack up You're part of something bigger than the Laws of Nature Mrs. Thatcher Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in With its anger Going nowhere, coming at you Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my Lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Well, you go tell me I sure am on the list How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love? Oh, it don't make sense Your love is never better than the morning after (morning after) And Mother Nature, coming at you Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my Lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my Lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored Oh, rapture, oh, ooh Oh, rapture, oh, oh, oh Oh, rapture, oh, ooh Oh, rapture 'Cause it's a rapture in my head You said this is up I'm already dead Rapture in your head You said stop I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead