CRYPTORCHID

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 its hard to Learn the number seven when they get to you But 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 never Considered rape When they get to you 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....