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