Count To Six And Die (The Vacuum Of Infinite Space Encompassing)

She's got here eyes open wide She's got the dotten spit of the world Her mouth on the metal Lips of a scared little girl I got a angel in the lobby He's waiting to put me in line I won't ask forgiveness My faith has gone dry Shes got christing prescripters And death has crawled in her ear I kill the faith of the music with songs that She shouldn't hear And it spins around One two three And the we all lay down Four five six Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts And it turns around One two three And we all lay down Four five six Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts