Meat Cleaver Man
Meat cleaver man
In the late hours of the dark black night
A man walks around with a large meat cleaver to fight
The demons in his head tell him to kill and everything will be al-right
He might stare at you through a curtain you left open just slight
The man could be your father or brother that’s right
He could be the postman or a delivery driver as he sets you in his sights
The horrible truth is that he told me that he is coming to chop you into pieces tonight
So pray for the morning to come because no one can save you until it is light.
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