Churches should be there

I think of adventures of admiring corpses

I'm retiring 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

Perfect illness gone clear of life

In the frightened presence



Nailed to a heart felt decision

If God turns today I'll meet you in hell

Well I'll meet you in hell, Will I meet you in hell?

Yes I'll 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)

See beginners on a bed of nails

Won't you meet me up with your kiss

And give me



One moment, one moment of bliss, one moment of bliss

Flesh to bone is a purity process

Touch.. touch.. before the fall

Before the fall, before the fall