scratch scratch, should be there   I dig the vision of rotting corpses   and I'm pouting 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   filthy mirrors don't clear our life   in her frightening presence      nailed to her heart-felt decision   if God turns today, I'll meet you in hell   well, I'll meet you in hell      look in the eyes in the six-stringed beast   concussion is a cancer-spreading tear-cage   blue-light beauty's got it's victim by the tail      (five more minutes and we'll all be dead)   say they're guilty on 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 purating process   touch, touch   before the fall   before the fall   before the fall      (five more minutes and we'll all be dead)      temptation is food   open your mouth and accept it