Basement Killer

A room to rot A hundred wings To catch them all Is the thing I most desire The dance is on The flies I burn I possess them all In a little jar of mine My war goes on Pollute and spit That´s the fruit I hold That I carry all the time The flies I own I dress them up Just to mock them all I take pictures just for fun I dissect the flies and leave them up to dry I dissect the flies and leave them up to dry That´s why it slits The spell I cast To reel them in I want them bad I dug a hole And climbed inside My grave so cold One night´s okay But for one whole life I began to fold