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 ever considered rape

When they get to you
It's the first thing that they do

Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his 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 his 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 his 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 his 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 his wings
The time has come for bitter things