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      (Five more minutes and we'll all be dead)      Temptation is food, open your mouth and accept it   Open your mouth and accept it...