Sick Six Minutes

What up
The clock says that I'm gone
Could it be
Could it be
Could it be
I'd watch my patients getting sick of you
This must be hell,this must be hell
But it is opening
I'd watch it drowning in the second nation
Of the (?)
Electric water
Holy water
This is a lost disease
That I wash from my hands
And the hands of you
But now it's true
Never time to stay
Yeah now it's
Sick six minutes from eternity away
No time to pray
What could I say
No bells in heaven ringing for you
READY

Oh, would you take my blood
Cut cone
Cut you please
Cut you please
Cut you please
It must be somewhere out of its space
This must be hell,this must be hell
But it will ever be
I want to drown it in the second nation of
The (?)
Electric water
Holy water
This is a lost disease
That I wash from my hands
And the hands of you
You know it's true
Not the time to stay
You know it's
Sick six minutes from eternity away
No time to pray
What could god say?
No bells in heaven ringing for your praying

This bitch is hard to kill
This bitch is hard to kill
This bitch is hard to slay
This bitch is itching all away