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It’s a temple for the worshipers of human decay

She’ll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies

In a mud infested ravel of a fallen house

Lie the body of the woman who was never found

And the maggots eat away all sign of recognize

She’ll be known to all their offspring as the queen of flies

Her flesh will their shelter and her hair will be their hide

She’ll be the home of pestulance, a vengance genocide

And her bones will be chalk that cleans the tidal wave

Of anything organic, that’s not worth to save

Death is so unfasionable

Flesh that falls of bones

The end comes creepin round the bend

Death is so unfasionable

Makes your colors gray

What makes me say such things

It makes you hate me

So this whore will be the mother of a million things

That longer down the line will complete a ring

When her bodyfat is turned into a stinking pond

Its forgotten that she died with her makeup on

And the hamridge that she has upon her naked skull

Was once a place for wirship for the white and dull

And the dress she wore that day that she was swept away

Its a temple for the worshipers of human decay