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Dark Lotus
Dark Lotus
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Joseph Bruce
Joseph Bruce
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Joseph Utsler
Joseph Utsler
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Paul Methric
Paul Methric
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James Spaniolo
James Spaniolo
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Chris Rouleau
Chris Rouleau
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Michael Summers
Michael Summers
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Lyrics

I caught death inside that jar like some invisible demon It blew into my room, I can hear the moon screamin' It picked me out at random, but they catch em, I planned it It swept in through my window, I snatched it and canned it The jar shakes on my table, it's power immense I'm nervous just to hold it, this shit is intense You're just a evil gust of wind, the deadly breath to exhale I step into the jail, let this jar be your hell I've caught death in a dixie cup Tried to get me when I was fucked up Gotta get it to a jar, anybody got a car I can use, because I live too far to fuck Death ain't come here lookin' to talk Do I stop somebody in the dark stop Somebody help me, help me somebody Inside, in this cup is worse than them zombies Maybe dig a hole, leave it inside, bury death alive Bet if I don't get it, outta this red cup, quick Everyone here's gonna die (I caught death in a jar!) And screwed the lid on tightly (Death is just a breath) But still it tried to fight me Everytime you breathe in Your last breath it might be Now it's morgue on the hunt Daily and nightly Death is just a breath And if you catch it, you can play with it But don't let it go Don't poke no holes in the top Don't drop it, don't let it go I got death trapped like a rat without the cheese See me play him like a game of chess and win with ease Watch as I spread disease with a wave of the hand The plagues that riddle man, mine to command, can't let him in Keepin' me closed in a maze in a case of glass Assume while I consume doomed souls, then I laugh Can't let it shatter, if it does I'm gone soon after Tortured by the one I've kept trapped like brain matter Caught death in a mix of blow With a plate on top like a make shift Then I tried movin' that shit in a coffee can With a skull that I've painted off on the side Then it got free and I tried to grab him But my hands went through, like I'm choking a ghost So I turned on the fan, and then I grabbed the bag And then I held it wide open, it started to blow, and it blew inside Then I quickly tied that shit in a knot like a pretzel dough And then the bag puffed up like a big balloon And when I looked in his eye, it looked just like fog Circlin', gigglin' thick, black darkness Stick that far in by midnight, push the contents of that bag into a mason jar And if you catch, you can play with it But don't let it go Don't be sharin' it, take care of it And don't let it go I have a glass pickle jar, inside I caught the grim reaper Woulda used the vaser? of Oz but this is cheaper And handle em' like some reefer, then put you in a sleeper He was tryin' to kill me, but then I caught him, he's a keeper Sealed it up with duct tape and wrapped it in a towel Buried it in the backyard, but still I hear it howl It's beyond something foul, evil hear it growl I caught one but there's many more still out there on the prowl Breath it in while sleeping nice, pop open - you froze Just accept it, you're dead, eye's slowly they close But now I'm in control and kill it I must Cause if I drop it and it bust, I'm dead in the dust! And if you catch, you can play with it But don't let it go And if you breath it for no reason Don't let it go
Writer(s): Joseph Bruce, Joseph W. Utsler, Paul Methric, Jamie Spaniolo, Christopher C. Rouleau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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