Rapture

Jet black, jet black, jet black, jet black (whoo)
 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)
 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 up
 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 at you
 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
 Well, you go 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)
 And Mother Nature, coming at you
 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, ooh
 Oh, rapture, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, rapture, oh, ooh
 Oh, rapture
 'Cause it's a rapture in my head
 You said this is up
 I'm already dead
 Rapture in your head
 You said stop
 I'm already dead
 Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
 I'm already dead
 Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead