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...
Marilyn Manson - Antichrist Superstar - 1996
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