The Black Dahlia Murder - Jars

[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 [03:27.42]