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Cops show at my door

Searching for some whore

Last seen in my car

Driving from the bar

Neighbours heard the screams

Acting out my dreams

Late night shouts and banging

From the meat hook hanging

Caught them

And I don’t stop

A rough few days

It’s all been a haze

Stench of decay

The cellar just a maze

Can’t seem to reconnect

With wider society

I try to talk and smile

And they just turn and flee

Caught them

And I don’t stop

In the cellar Hard at work

I need to get things done

Dissecting human bodies

To feed what I’ve become

A pretty little picture

With her bones to make a frame

I don’t care about them

And to me it’s just a game

A game…