Оригинален текст
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.
(but when they get to you)
-5 6 7 8 never..-
(it's the first thing that they do)
-7 8 9 10 hate...-
(when they get to you)
-4 3 2 1 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 r*pe.
(when they get to you)
(it's the first thing that they do)
(when they get to you)
pr*ck 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... (x5)