The Black Dahlia Murder - Jars(2017)

[00:01.28] My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled, sealed, and stowed
[00:05.57] Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know
[00:10.65] Preserved, my sustenance, to last the entire winter long
[00:14.60] These jars, my precious meat brined
[00:17.63] And pickled cuts of human beef
[00:19.84] Row after row
[00:21.06] A pantry full of enemies
[00:23.49] Maintained and organized
[00:25.78] A vast collection dear to me
[00:28.10] Each one a toy of mine
[00:29.99] I revisit them when I should eat
[00:32.56] With zeal I recollect
[00:34.64] That very moment of their defeat
[00:37.09] Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast
[00:44.59] (In jars) vessels immaculate
[00:48.03] Cylindrical and clean (Their heads in jars)
[00:50.60] The lightless winter months
[00:52.46] Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[00:55.09] Here in my solitude
[00:56.87] Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)
[00:59.49] Their facial features warp
[01:01.54] The laughter never ends
[01:02.70] My foe, I win
[01:04.11] My jars innumerable, incalculable my pride
[01:09.10] Trophies of my love to hunt
[01:12.01] Taken to such egregious heights
[01:14.12] Each one encapsulates
[01:16.30] A visage of that fateful night
[01:18.63] Of those who have met their end
[01:20.85] By my ever still and sharpened skinning knife
[01:23.50] Brown-sugared long pig, what a treat
[01:27.92] Obscenely orgasmic to eat
[01:32.22] For this scrumptious family recipe
[01:36.55] I've saved you a seat
[01:38.92] (In jars) Vessels immaculate
[01:42.66] Cylindrical and clean (their heads in jars)
[01:45.10] The lightless winter months
[01:47.59] Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[01:49.65] Here in my solitude
[01:51.48] Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)
[01:54.09] Their facial features warp
[01:55.95] Defiled unto no end
[01:57.34] Again I win
[02:00.94] Row after row, a pantry full of enemies
[02:10.84] Maintained and organized
[02:12.94] A vast collection dear to me
[02:15.38] 8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight
[02:32.14] The next sow bled September 9th
[02:36.41] Plucked from her tracks, out like the tide
[02:40.77] (In jars) Vessels immaculate
[03:09.82] Cylindrical, and clean (their heads in jars)
[03:12.12] The lightless winter months
[03:14.44] Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[03:16.96] Here in my solitude
[03:18.87] Fed by my stock of dead (preserved in jars)
[03:21.19] Their facial features warp
[03:23.18] Defiled unto no end
[03:24.82] Again I win
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