count to six and die lyrics

She's got here eyes open wide
She's got the [Incomprehensible] spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
Lips of a scared little girl

I've got a angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry

She's got [Incomprehensible]
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 we all lay down
(Four, five, six)
Some do it fast and some do it better
In smaller amount

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