cryptorchid by marilyn
manson
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
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but when they get to you
it's the first thing that they
do
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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
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when they get to you
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chorus:
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...
repeat chorus
to fade
last
time's song
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