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



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 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...

Almost feels like a...

Almost feels like a gun

Whoa whoa



I told the angels

Cant 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 gun...