Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Lonely Deceased , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Nightbringers, in the genre Release date: 05.10.2017
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Lonely Deceased |
| What the old man don’t know |
| What his eyes yet have seen |
| My sordid transpirings well into each eve |
| While I’m paid so handsomely |
| I would work here for free |
| I stitch tight each orifice |
| Once blessed with my seed |
| The lonely deceased |
| Cryptic, sewn-mouthed their secrets |
| Shameful their silence |
| Dragged down to the grave |
| What happens on the slab |
| Dies in this morgue with me |
| In these four walls my grisly playground |
| Where none rest in peace |
| No words have been spoken |
| No reprimand said |
| Concealing so carefully |
| My lust for the dead |
| Their insides are glistening |
| Curiosities fed |
| Forensically frolicking |
| While god is in bed |
| Have I gone mad? |
| Gruesome kingdom so lurid |
| Hidden so convincingly |
| They’d have my head |
| Morbid morgue of malpractice |
| I envy each death |
| Are they finally free? |
| This flesh of ours |
| An earthly cage, key six feet down in a grave |
| What harm’s been done? |
| The breathless have not any inhibition |
| Haunted in dreams of their dead faces come to life |
| Death is my business, work diligently |
| A forte I’ve taken all too seriously |
| I’m swift with the trocar, I scalpel with glee |
| Besides, I like fucking them, a small perk for me |
| The morgue is my sick whorehouse |
| Their bodies, favourite toys |
| Anointing them with ejaculate |
| All the good little girls and boys |
| They’d call me mad, sickly, lifeless devotion |
| Their blood and their innocence drained |
| What’s left unsaid |
| Guilted damnening sentence |
| If there is a god down in hell’s where I’ll be |
| This flesh of ours |
| An earthly cage, key six feet down in a grave |
| What crime’s been done? |
| The speechless won’t contest this violation |
| Cold dolls of skin |
| Mounting the slab, thrusting myself deep within |
| Though frowned upon |
| The company policy: termination |