Count To Six And Die

Count To Six And Die
She's got her eyes open wide
she's got the dirt and spit of the world
she's got her mouth on the metal
the lips of a scared little girl
i've got an angel in the lobby
he's waiting to put me in line
but i wont ask forgeveness
for my faith has gone dry
she's got her christian prescriptures
and death has crawled in her ear
like elevator music of songs
that she couldnt hear
1...2...3...
it spins around
4...5...6...
we all lay down
some do it fast
some do it better in smaller amounts

Ella tiene los ojos abiertos de par en par, la suciedad y la saliva del mundo en ellos. Tiene la boca en el metal, los labios de una niña asustada. Tengo un ángel en el vestíbulo, esperando para ponerme en fila, pero no pediré perdón, pues mi fe se ha secado...