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.