each time i make my mother cry and angels dies and falls from heaven (when they get to you) when the boy is still a warm it's hard to learn the number 7 (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 7 each time i look outside my mother dies i feel my back is changing shape (when they get to you) when the warm consumes the boy it's never ever considered rape (when they get to you) (it's the first thing that they do) (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...
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Marilyn Manson Ahmet Asaf Kitap :: Idefix |
