They'll clean up the mess
If we go at the same time
Said I stabbed you to d**h
And you lied to the Angel
The night I stuffed it all in
Like I cut up your mouth
Well then we
If we cut out the bad
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
I couldn
You lost your head
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You couldn
Cant stay in heaven
I told the angels
Whoa whoa
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
I couldn
You lost your head
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You couldn
I lost my head
And the abuse they
Then I thought of your petals
I have thought of rose petals most perfectly pure
And laughed as you just hung there
Let you chew up the gla**
Watched me kick out the chair
Watched you bite into the bottle
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You couldn
I lost my head
I lost my head
Yeah you stabbed me to d**h
Like I cut up your angels
If we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left
I asked the devil