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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Dahlia Murder
The Black Dahlia Murder
Performer
Alan Cassidy
Alan Cassidy
Drums
Brandon James Ellis
Brandon James Ellis
Lead Vocals
Brian Eschbach
Brian Eschbach
Rhythm Guitar
Max Lavelle
Max Lavelle
Bass
Trevor Strnad
Trevor Strnad
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Black Dahlia Murder
The Black Dahlia Murder
Producer
Brandon James Ellis
Brandon James Ellis
Engineer
Brian Slagel
Brian Slagel
Producer
Jacob Hansen
Jacob Hansen
Mixing Engineer
Joe Cincotta
Joe Cincotta
Engineer
Nick Morris
Nick Morris
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Williams
Ryan Williams
Engineer

गाने

[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
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