Dead without decomposing
stitches their mouths are closing
Sweet smells from all around
their tiny bodies bound
Eyes blacked out open wide
filled with formaldehyde
Preserved and pickled slow
put in a jar for show

I hear them calling
shadows are falling
- Dead things in jars!
There's no denying
red eyes are crying
- Dead things in jars!

Stillborn with skulls so thin
reptilian without skin
Even though they are dead
they talk inside my head

I hear them calling
shadows are falling
- Dead things in jars!
There's no denying
red eyes are crying
- Dead things in jars!