[Intro]
[Verse 1]
In the shadows of Plainfield, where the cornfields sway,
A butcher of souls stitches night into day.
He digs up the graves with a shovel and grin,
A macabre maestro, let the chaos begin!
[Chorus]
Leatherface lullaby, dance with bones beneath the sky,
Skin-mask symphony, where the d**d never die.
Gein’s twisted parade, in the moonlight he’ll rise,
A carnival of corpses under b***d-red eyes!
[Verse 2]
He furnishes his lair with a morbid flair,
Lampshades of flesh, and a skull-shaped chair.
The sheriff’s in shock, what’s this devilish art?
A human skin vest, stitched straight from the heart!
[Chorus]
Leatherface lullaby, dance with bones beneath the sky,
Skin-mask symphony, where the d**d never die.
Gein’s twisted parade, in the moonlight he’ll rise,
A carnival of corpses under b***d-red eyes!
[Bridge]
Guitar solo screeches, like a chainsaw’s scream,
A horror-show waltz in a Wisconsin dream.
The graveyard’s his muse, and the moon’s his guide,
But the devil’s laughing loud from the passenger side!
[Outro]
