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She's over by my place as decoration,

I preserved her face for inspiration.

Flashlights from authorities,

lanterns brighten up the scene.

Familiar faces of the long dead!

The mad butcher goes bump in the night

and loneliness it makes nights endless.

The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight,

it incubates my grief and madness.

And sometimes I end up with a deadache.

I can't feel myself, I'm sinking deeper,

mother's not really gone, I'm dressing in her.

Dusty musty shrine to Ma

boards the doors so she'll keep long,

there's no way that she'll be leaving me.

The mad butcher goes bump in the night

and loneliness it makes nights endless.

The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight,

it incubates my grief and madness.

And sometimes I get a deadache...

In November I lost my family,

they took away all my friends

and blamed insanity.

The mad butcher goes bump in the night

and loneliness it makes nights endless.

The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight,

it incubates my grief and madness.

And sometimes I end up with a deadache.