Six, seven, eight, nine In case you haven't notice I'm slowly leaving the abyss And there's no better way to rephrase this Your existence is such a bliss All the scars and the bedsores I'm now settling the score Higher now than ever before There's no point in taking it slow Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight Turn off the light, and make this right But not tonight