Each time I make my mother cry an
Angel dies and falls from heaven
When the boy is still a worm its hard to
Learn the number seven

But when they get to you
Its 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 its never
Ever Considered rape

When they get to you
Its the first thing that they do

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...