Manson Marilyn Cryptorchild Lyrics

Cryptorchild Lyrics

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