Inside the Big Apple's subway

I slept upon the midnight train

I woke to horror and demise

What I now call end of the line



The Butcher's here



The bodies hung and all fileted

Inside this Midnight Meat Train

I killed the Butcher with his own knife

But the true horror had not died



Pale cannibals with filed teeth

Had come as every night to feast

They ate the tounge within my mouth

I am the one to serve them now



I serve the Fathers of New York

Midnight Meat Train