Rapture

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black (Woo!) Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black At first, you will find A prophecy of what could have been, you know (You know) You know, there's all sorts of crap on the TV these days Now you won't live after Such disaster you're a lot full of smashed-up cars Cross-hatched in the metal when you're cracking up But you're part of the pack, pup You're part of something bigger than the laws of nature Mrs. Thatcher Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in With its anger Going nowhere, coming atcha Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la God, tell me I sure am on the list How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love? Oh, it don't make sense Your love is never better than the morning after (Morning after) Mother Nature, coming atcha Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, oh my lord I've been playing catch-up I'm already bored Oh, rapture Oh, rapture Oh, rapture Oh, rapture 'Cause it's rapture in my head You say this is up I'm already dead Rapture in my head You say this is up I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet