The Black Dahlia Murder - The Lonely Deceased

[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 [04:21.59]