Rapture

(Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black

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'll find

A prophecy of what could've been, 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, it don't matter 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 hard navigates the world we live in

With its anger

Going nowhere, coming at ya

Rapture in my head

I keep looking up like

I'm already dead

Rapture, oh my Lord

I'll be playing catch up

I'm already bored

Where are you?

Don't tell me I'm sure I'm on the loose

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

When Mother Nature coming at ya

Rapture in my head

I keep looking up like

I'm already dead

Rapture, oh my Lord

I'll be 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'll be playing catch up

I'm already bored

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

Oh, rapture

'Cause it's a 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

I'm already dead