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