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Meet me at the midnight train

Train me for the midnight meat

Bile sticky down the aisles

Blood is splattered on the seats

A subterranean rendezvous awaits us

In car number two

Hung from hand straps

By their feet

Four cut slabs

Of butchered meat

Death hangs heavy

Like a fever

And saw and apron, cleaver

Swinging in the subway car

Torsos do a dance

But the horrors

The horror's just begun

In steps the butcher one on one

Slit his throat

And now it's done

Carry on

Without a tongue

Feed the fathers those you've slain

Whisked away upon the midnight train

Down the tunnel into the night

To the palace of delight