Marilyn Manson - Cryptorchid 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

When they get to you
(Five, six, seven, eight, never)
It’s the first thing that they do
(Seven, eight, nine, ten, heaven)
When they get to you
(Four, three, two, one, never get to seven)

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

Four, three, two, one, never get to seven

When they get to you
It’s the first thing that they do

I wish I had my balls
I wish I had my balls

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
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