[Intro: Sample]
"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, they're 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