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