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

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Writer(s): Brian Warner, Esther Dean, Jeordie White, Larry Summerville, Laura Pergolizzi, Melvin Watson, Nicole Scherzinger, Ronald Fair, Stefanie Ridel, Tommy James