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
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
x 5