Marilyn Manson Follow

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

5, 6, 7, 8 never
First thing that they do
7, 8, 9, 10 heaven
When they get to you
4, 3, 2, 1, never get to 7

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

First thing that they do
When they get to you

Prick your finger, it is done

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

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

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