(The body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ the body of Christ Mommy there is coming...)
Stench of solvent Covers stench of rot I didn't even recognize her Like a painting A masterpiece torn to pieces And set to flame Her own cells Turned on her Her skin Is yellow Like the wildflowers In July She asks me how she looks And I tell her That she's as lovely as the vultures As pretty as the larvae of the fly Pretty as the larvae of the fly