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 learns to 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 fell 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...