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