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