Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Black Dahlia Murder
Interprète
Alan Cassidy
Batterie
Brandon James Ellis
Voix principales
Brian Eschbach
Guitare rythmique
Max Lavelle
Basse
Trevor Strnad
Chant
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Black Dahlia Murder
Production
Brandon James Ellis
Ingénierie
Brian Slagel
Production
Jacob Hansen
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe Cincotta
Ingénierie
Nick Morris
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ryan Williams
Ingénierie
Paroles
[Verse 1]
My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled, sealed, and stowed
Beneath the cellar floor where not a soul would ever know
Preserved, my sustenance, to last the entire winter long
These jars, my precious meat brined and pickled cuts of human beef
[Verse 2]
Row after row
A pantry full of enemies
Maintained and organized
A vast collection dear to me
Each one a toy of mine
Revisit them when I should eat
With zeal I recollect
That very moment of their defeat
[Verse 3]
Salting and curing every piece for my flesh feast
(In jars) vessels immaculate
Cylindrical and clean (Their heads in jars)
The lightless winter months
Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[Verse 4]
Here in my solitude
Fed by my stock of dead (Preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp
The laughter never ends
My foe, I win
[Verse 5]
My jars, innumerable, incalculable my pride
Trophies of my love to hunt
Taken to such egregious heights
Each one encapsulates
A visage of that fateful night
Of those who have met their end
By my ever still and sharpened skinning knife
[Verse 6]
Brown-sugared long pig, what a treat
Obscenely orgasmic to eat
For this scrumptious family recipe
I've saved you a seat
[Verse 7]
(In jars) Vessels immaculate
Cylindrical and clean (Their heads in jars)
The lightless winter months
Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[Verse 8]
Here in my solitude
Fed by my stock of dead (Preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp
Defiled unto no end
Again I win
[Verse 9]
Row after row
A pantry full of enemies
Maintained and organized
A vast collection dear to me
[Verse 10]
8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight
The next sow bled September 9th
Plucked from her tracks, out like the tide
[Verse 11]
(In jars) vessels immaculate
Cylindrical and clean (Their heads in jars)
The lightless winter months
Have gone straight to my brain, know what I mean?
[Verse 12]
Here in my solitude
Fed by my stock of dead (Preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp
Defiled unto no end
Again I win
Written by: Peter Loeffler, Samuel Loeffler

