I wear a crown of flies when the sky darkens from my sin
They fly at me, begging to be let in
For my corpse will make a lovely home
As I rest in the mausoleum with a rusted dome
The flies know my every thought is a lie
Which is why I fear I\'ll die
Yet all I want is to be laid down forever
Above the dirt
In a rotting chapel of hurt
I\'ll find peace in the quiet
And eternal torment in my mind\'s riot