• Apex - Black Dahlia Murder
• Apex - The Black Dahlia Murder

Bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime
In shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time
The stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation
A shriveling fragment of death's grand design
I insist -- the pleasure's all mine
With orgasmic bliss the human body is consumed
The loins are charred, the slabs of mean cut off and ground
With zeal I dine upon the skin, enthralled with elation
Souls of my victims within me, entombed
Palette wet with atrocity
I relish the last look in your eyes
Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
Perfection; a murder divine
I hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp
As I poke and prod, your precious world is painted black I the controled of
Your fate, a twisted creation
Until I've met my fancy I'll hammer and hack
Palette wet with atrocity
I relish the last look in your eyes
As I'm blissfully showered in blood
I shake with violent rapture as I gaze at my delicious feast
I cannot stop my salivation
My addiction to murder has peaked
Kneel only to my sick fixations
A complete symphony of your screams
Oh the cruelty of death!
I wield infinite
Lured by the cries of your damnation
I collect ornaments of the dead
Skin tingling with anticipation
I sever the last victim's head to be put on display
This mortal coil has born unto me death's secrets
This forensic inquisition, orgasmic
Another trophy of my bloodied psychosis
Another body to mangle; to ravage and explore
Palette wet with atrocity
I relish the last look in your eyes
Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
Perfection; a murder divine..
[Outro]
When the bleeding slows, preparation for decapitation can be started.
Continue the cut to the throat around the entire neck, from the jawline to the back of the skull.
Once muscle and ligament have been sliced away, the head can be cleanly removed by gripping it on either side and twisting it off, separation occurring where the spinal cord meets the skull.
This is indicative of the method to be used for dividing other bones or joints, in that the meat should generally be cut through first with a knife, and the exposed bone then separated with a saw or cleaver.
The merits of keeping the skull as a trophy are debatable for two principal reasons.
First, a human skull may call suspicious attention to the new owner.
Secondly, thorough cleaning is difficult due to the large brain mass, which is hard to remove without opening the skull.
The brain is not good to eat. Removing the tongue and eyes, skinning the head, and placing it outside in a wire cage may be effective.
The cage allows small scavengers such as ants and maggots to cleanse the flesh from the bones, while preventing it being carried off by larger scavengers, such as dogs and children.

bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime
in shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time
the stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation
a shriveling fragment of death's grand design
i insist -- the pleasure's all mine
with orgasmic bliss the human body is consumed
the loins are charred, the slabs of mean cut off and ground
with zeal i dine upon the skin, enthralled with elation
souls of my victims within me, entombed
palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes
clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
perfection; a murder divine
i hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp
as i poke and prod, your precious world is painted black
(???) of your fate, a twisted creation
until i've met my fancy i'll hammer and hack
palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes
as i'm blissfully showered in blood
i shake with violent rapture as i gaze at my delicious feast
i cannot stop my salivation
my addiction to murder has peaked
kneel only to my sick fixations
a complete symphony of your screams
oh the cruelty of death!
i wield infinite
lured by the cries of your damnation
i collect ornaments of the dead
skin tingling with anticipation
i sever the last victim's head to be put on display
this mortal coil has born unto me death's secrets
this forensic inquisition, orgasmic
another trophy of my bloodied psychosis
another body to mangle; to ravage and explore
palette wet with atrocity
i relish the last look in your eyes
clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
perfection; a murder divine..