Black Dahlia Murder, The - Jars Lyrics






My jars, wonderful jars, each labeled 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.
Row after row, a pantry full of enemies.
Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me.
Each one a toy of mine. I revisit them when I should eat.
With zeal I recollect that very moment of their defeat.
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?
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.
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.
Brown sugared long pig, what a treat.
Obscenely orgasmic to eat.
For this scrumptious family recipe, I've saved you a seat.
(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?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead, (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win.
Row after row, a pantry full of enemies,
Maintained and organized, a vast collection dear to me.
8-17-05, this collegiate girl did kick and fight.
The next sow bled September 9th, plucked from her tracks, out like the tide.
(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?
Here in my solitude, fed by my stock of dead. (preserved in jars)
Their facial features warp, defiled unto no end. Again I win.





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  1. A.... V....

    1/3 water 1/3 viniger 1/3 sugar n salt to taste u get the best human pickle riiiiicccckkkk!!!!

  2. D.... T....

    I love that this song is primarily about a love for pickling.

  3. A.... M....

    All that sodium is gonna be bad for you. Stay hydrated, cannibals.

  4. S.... S....

    2:40 a madness

  5. S.... ....

    2:15 hell yeah

  6. d.... m....

    this is probably inspired by the '''jars murder hongkong''' tho i love TBDM

  7. J.... J....

    Four people are not happy and demanding to be put into a jar.

  8. J.... P....

    When people think this is black metal. Lulz.

    J.... P....

    it isnt black metal and thank fucking god for that. most of black metal sucks

  9. O.... H....

    Man, this song makes me hungry.

  10. T.... W....

    I suppose they like horror movies

    T.... W....

    The Wolf you feed that they do

  11. N.... ....

    Nice little tune that the whole family can listen to

  12. R.... M....

    What a guitar solo! 2:40 \m/

  13. E.... ....

    Not sure you should salt and cure every piece. Cayenne, A1 and black pepper is what I prefer.

    E.... ....

    This is how you end up in jars.

    E.... ....

    Personally id get it medium rare by smoking it with applewood then slathering it in a mixture of raspberry sauce and pickle juice.

  14. D.... ....

    Exquisitely brutal! \m/

  15. R.... W....

    these lyrics are top notch brutal yo.

  16. s.... ....

    I miss the pictures but thank you