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!