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"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 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 perfect and 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

Cant stay in heaven

I asked 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 like a gun