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
 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 up the glass
 And laughed as you just hung there
 I had thought of rose petals
 Mostly 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
 (Yeah)
 Almost feels like
 (Yeah)
 Almost feels like a gun
 Whoa, whoa
 (Whoa, whoa)
 I told the angels
 (Whoa whoa)
 Can't stay in heaven
 (Whoa whoa)
 I asked the devil, the devil, the devil
 (Whoa whoa)
 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
 I lost my head
 You couldn't come
 Lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
 I lost my head
 You couldn't come
 Lust to my brain almost feels like a
 (Like a)
 Almost feels like a
 (Like a)
 Almost feels like a gun
 Feels like a gun
 Feels like a gun
 Feels like a gun
 Feels like a