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
It's the first thing that they do
Each time I look outside
My mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape
When the worm consumes the boy it's never
Considered rape
When they get to you
*** your finger it is done...
The moon has now eclipsed the sun...
The angel has spread it's wings...
The time has come for bitter things...
