Cryptorchid
Each time i make my mother cryAn angel dies and falls from heavenWhen the boy is still a wormIt's hard to learn the number seven
But when they get to youFive six seven eight neverIt's the first thing that they doSeven eight nine ten heavenBut when they get to youFour three two one never get to seven
Each time I look outside my mother diesI feel my back is changing shapeWhen the worm consumes the boyIt's never ever considered rape
Prick your finger it is doneThe moon has now eclipsed the sunThe angel has spread its wingsThe time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger it is doneThe moon has now eclipsed the sunThe angel has spread its wingsThe time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger it is doneThe moon has now eclipsed the sunThe angel has spread its wingsThe time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger it is doneThe moon has now eclipsed the sunThe angel has spread its wingsThe time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger it is doneThe moon has now eclipsed the sunThe angel has spread its wingsThe time has come for bitter things