Count to six and die the vacum 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