Each time i make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
But when they get to you
Five six seven eight never
It's the first thing that they do
Seven eight nine ten heaven
But when they get to you
Four three two one never get to seven
Each time I look outside my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
When the worm consumes the boy
It's never ever considered rape
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
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
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
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
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