Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven
When they get to you
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
When they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
When they get to you
Each time I look outside my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
When they get to you
When the worm consumes the boy
It's never ever considered rape
When they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
When they get to you
Prick your finger it is done...
The moon has now eclipsed the sun...
The angel has spread its wings...
The time has come for bitter things... 5x
Writer(s): Brian Hugh Warner, Stephen Bier
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