Cryptorchid

[Verse] 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 [Outro] Prick your finger it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread it's wings The time has come for bitter things