The Used-Cut Up Angels
by TinaZieba on October 17, 2004If 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 out the same time
Then they'll clean up the mess
I lost my head
You couldn't come
This slice 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 laugh as you just hung there
I had thought of rose pedals
Most were perfectly pure
Then I thought of your pedals
And the abuse they've been through
I lost my head
You couldn't come
This slice to my head almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This slice to my head 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
You stabbed me to death
I lost my head
You couldn't come
This slice to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This slice to my brain almost feels just like a gun
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