***, black. ***, black. ***, black. ***, black. ***, black. At first you'll find A prophecy of what could have been, you know You know there's all sorts of *** 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 up You're part of something bigger than the laws of nature This is that show Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in With its anger Going nowhere, calling out your Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, my lord I think I have got you, I'm already bored La la la la la Well, don't 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 By mother nature, calling out your Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, my lord I think I have got you, I'm already bored Rapture in my head I keep looking up like I'm already dead Rapture, my lord I think I have got you, I'm already bored Rapture I think there's a rapture in my head It says it's out, I'm already dead Rapture in my head It says it's out, I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead I'm already dead Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead