Marilyn Manson
"Cryptorchid"


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 
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 its wings... 
the time has come for bitter things...