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 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...