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