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The time has come for bitter things

Marilyn Manson – Cryptorchid

Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven

When they get to you

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
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 they get to you

When the worm consumes the boy
It’s never ever considered rape

When they get to you
I wish I had the balls
First thing that they do
I wish I had the balls

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

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

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