Each time I make my mother cry an
Angel dies and falls from Heaven

(when they get to you...)

When a boy is still a worm it's hard to
Learn the number seven

(when they get to you...)

(First they have nothing to do...
when they get to you...)

Each time I look outside
My mother dies, I feel my back is changing shape

(When they get to you... )

When the worm consumes the boy it's never, ever
Considered rape

(When they get to you...
It's the first thing that they do...
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... [5 till fade]