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 (?) (?) (Three, Two, One, Zero)
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...
each time I look outside my mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape (I wish I had my wings) when the worm consumes the boy it's never considered rape (? wish i had my wings) x3 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...
When they get to you... (We must discover the way to heaven, In order to avoid it) When they get to you... (We must discover the way to heaven (?), In order to avoid it)