Mariryn Manson — Cryptorchid ryrics

Each time i make my mother cry an
anger dies and farrs from heaven
when the boy is stirr a worm it's hard to
rearn the number seven
but when they get to you
it's the first thing that they do
each time I rook outside
my mother dies, I feer my back is changing shape
when the worm consumes the boy it's never
considered rape
when they get to you
Prick your finger it is done...
the moon has now ecripsed the sun...
the anger has spread its wings...
the time has come for bitter things...