• In this slaughter house
    they slaughter souls
    they'll rip out your heart
    and leave you cold
    Cold to your fingertips
    Cold to the core
    It will leave you dreaming of warmth
    the warmth you felt before
    They'll suck away your happiness
    giving you an icy feel
    They'll steal away your memories
    you'll no longer know whats real
    They'll throw you in a dark room
    the darkness you'll accept
    They'll leave you there till you decay
    until theres nothing left