'Til Death

> 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