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

chorus
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