Killing void, that fills inside
Expanded by spirals of anguish and frustration
The another failure, the loss of target
That you break off pieces and replace them with anxiety

You mad, have new desires,
A motivation that makes you want to survive
Drunk, you anesthetize,

Many years ago in a small town
There was a men different from all
He lived alone in a big house
Made of flesh bone and blood.

Plainfield's butcher is in my head
His illness made him a maniac
With knifes and hatcets he has slaughtered
Living and the dead with no dist