Meatcleaver

At night at the slaughterhouse
No animals are slain
At night at the slaughterhouse
Humans suffer devilish pain

Brains get splattered
All over the place
You can feel the cold
Of death's embrace

'Cause searching for victims
His lust for blood drives him insane

At night at the slaughterhouse
Humans suffer devilish pain
The meatcleaver will find you
He eats our liver, eyes and brain