"Rapture" lyrics

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