Lady of the Flies

Lady of the flies
Shut your eyes
And close your holy book of lies
Your heart is made of stone
Your throne is made of bones
Of lovers lost
Who knew not the cost
To own just one part
Of your cold cruel heart
Lady of the flies
In your holy book of lies
No one will hear your cries
As every rose you touch dies
Right before your eyes
And their lights turn into butterflies…