Scratch, scratch, should be there
Misdirections of rotting corpses
I'm now sulking in the corner
Five more minutes and we'll all be dead
Five more minutes and we'll all be dead
Skeleton closets, close up tight
A perfect illness gone clear of life
In the frightened presence
Nailed to a heart felt decision
If God turned today I'd meet you in hell
Will I meet you in hell? Yes I'll meet you in hell
Will I meet you in hell?
Look in the eyes of the six fingered beast
Percussion is a cancer spreading to your cage
Blue light, beauty's got it's victim by the tail
(Five more minutes and we'll all be dead)
I'm sleeping, in a sleep upon a bed of nails
Won't you wake me up with your kiss
And give me
One moment of bliss
Flesh to bone is a purity process
Touch.. touch.. before the fall
Before the fall, before the fall