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

Watch your body into the bottle
Watch me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there

I had thought of rose petals
Most 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
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Almost feels like a, almost feels like a gun

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 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 feels like a, almost feels like a gun

Feels like a gun, feels like a gun
Feels like a gun, feels like a

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