The Black Dahlia Murder - The Lonely Deceased(2017)

[00:41.48] What the old man don't know
[00:43.53] What his eyes yet have seen
[00:45.41] My sordid transpirings well into each eve
[00:49.58] While I'm paid so handsomely
[00:51.56] I would work here for free
[00:53.33] I stitch tight each orifice
[00:55.50] Once blessed with my seed
[00:57.65] The lonely deceased
[00:59.52] Cryptic, sewn-mouthed their secrets
[01:02.67] Shameful their silence
[01:04.61] Dragged down to the grave
[01:06.76] What happens on the slab
[01:11.09] Dies in this morgue with me
[01:14.69] In these four walls my grisly playground
[01:19.97] Where none rest in peace
[01:22.51] No words have been spoken
[01:24.33] No reprimand said
[01:26.41] Concealing so carefully
[01:28.51] My lust for the dead
[01:30.28] Their insides are glistening
[01:32.50] Curiosities fed
[01:34.35] Forensically frolicking
[01:36.56] While god is in bed
[01:38.25] Have I gone mad?
[01:39.75] Gruesome kingdom so lurid
[01:42.48] Hidden so convincingly
[01:45.43] They'd have my head
[01:47.42] Morbid morgue of malpractice
[01:50.64] I envy each death
[01:52.28] Are they finally free?
[01:55.04] This flesh of ours
[01:58.41] An earthly cage, key six feet down in a grave
[02:03.22] What harm's been done?
[02:06.44] The breathless have not any inhibition
[02:47.08] Haunted in dreams of their dead faces come to life
[02:58.68] Death is my business, work diligently
[03:02.55] A forte I've taken all too seriously
[03:06.49] I'm swift with the trocar, I scalpel with glee
[03:10.43] Besides, I like fucking them, a small perk for me
[03:14.68] The morgue is my sick whorehouse
[03:18.17] Their bodies, favourite toys
[03:22.45] Anointing them with ejaculate
[03:25.83] All the good little girls and boys
[03:29.76] They'd call me mad, sickly, lifeless devotion
[03:34.55] Their blood and their innocence drained
[03:37.51] What's left unsaid
[03:39.67] Guilted damnening sentence
[03:42.68] If there is a god down in hell's where I'll be
[03:47.02] This flesh of ours
[03:50.49] An earthly cage, key six feet down in a grave
[03:55.26] What crime's been done?
[03:58.32] The speechless won't contest this violation
[04:03.34] Cold dolls of skin
[04:06.41] Mounting the slab, thrusting myself deep within
[04:11.27] Though frowned upon
[04:14.39] The company policy: termination
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