Apex
The Black Dahlia Murder Lyrics


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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 controlled 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..

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Apex" by The Black Dahlia Murder describe the gruesome and sadistic acts of a serial killer who revels in the pain and suffering of his victims. The first stanza talks about how he disposes of the bodies, burying them in shallow graves with heaps of lime, and burning them to ashes. The killer takes pleasure in his actions, relishing in the "orgasmic bliss" that comes with consuming human flesh. He even goes as far as to say that he can feel the souls of his victims within him, entombed.


The second stanza describes how the killer enjoys the act of taking a life. He describes it as a "murder divine," relishing in the power he holds over his victims. He takes pleasure in their screams and savors the moment before he takes their lives. The killer fancies himself a creator, in control of his victim's fates until he's satisfied with his handiwork. The chorus repeats the line "palette wet with atrocity," emphasizing the killer's enjoyment of the act of murder.


Overall, the lyrics to "Apex" are a chilling and graphic portrayal of a serial killer's mind. It's a disturbing glimpse into the twisted mind of someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering on others. The song is a reminder that evil can exist in the real world and that we must do everything we can to stop it.


Line by Line Meaning

Bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime
I dispose of the bodies by digging shallow graves and burying them under heaps of lime.


In shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time
The flesh of the victims dissolves over time in the shallow graves where I bury them.


The stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation
I burn the flesh of my victims in a makeshift cremation process, which creates a foul odor.


A shriveling fragment of death's grand design
What I do is just a small part of the larger design of death.


I insist -- the pleasure's all mine
I take pleasure in committing these atrocities and insist on doing so.


With orgasmic bliss the human body is consumed
I experience a sense of orgasmic bliss as I consume the human body.


The loins are charred, the slabs of mean cut off and ground
I burn the genitals and cut off slabs of meat and grind them up for consumption.


With zeal I dine upon the skin, enthralled with elation
I am enthusiastic about dining on the skin of my victims and am thrilled to do so.


Souls of my victims within me, entombed
I carry the souls of my victims within me and keep them entombed.


Palette wet with atrocity
My paintbrush is wet with the atrocity of my actions.


I relish the last look in your eyes
I enjoy seeing the look in my victim's eyes before they die.


Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me
I feel your scream echo through me as I hold your intestines.


Perfection; a murder divine
My murders are perfect and divine in my mind.


I hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp
I hold the secrets of the dead in my hands as I dissect them.


As I poke and prod, your precious world is painted black I the controlled of
As I manipulate your body, your world becomes darker and I am in control.


Your fate, a twisted creation
I create a twisted fate for my victims.


Until I've met my fancy I'll hammer and hack
I will continue killing and mutilating until I am satisfied.


As I'm blissfully showered in blood
I find joy and pleasure in being covered in my victim's blood.


I shake with violent rapture as I gaze at my delicious feast
I tremble with excitement as I look at my gruesome meal.


I cannot stop my salivation
I can't help but salivate as I prepare to consume my victim's flesh.


My addiction to murder has peaked
My obsession with murdering has reached its pinnacle.


Kneel only to my sick fixations
I demand that others submit to my twisted desires.


A complete symphony of your screams
The screams of my victims are like music to me.


Oh the cruelty of death!
Death can be cruel and I revel in that cruelty.


I wield infinite
I have unlimited power and control over my victims.


Lured by the cries of your damnation
I am attracted to the cries of my victims as they suffer.


I collect ornaments of the dead
I collect 'ornaments' made from the body parts of my victims.


Skin tingling with anticipation
I am feeling excited as I anticipate killing again.


I sever the last victim's head to be put on display
I cut off the head of my last victim so that I can display it as a trophy.


This mortal coil has born unto me death's secrets
I have learned the secrets of death through my actions.


This forensic inquisition, orgasmic
My forensic investigation is like an orgasm to me.


Another trophy of my bloodied psychosis
I see my victims as trophies and my obsession with killing is a sign of my psychosis.


Another body to mangle; to ravage and explore
I am ready to mutilate and explore another body.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: BRIAN ESCHBACH, CORY GRADY, DAVID LOCK, JOHN KEMPAINEN, TREVOR STRNAD

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