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 end up with a Deadache!

I can feel myself, I'm seeking deeper

Mother's not really gone, I'm dressing in her

Dusty musty shrine to ma

Board the door 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, yeah!

Sometimes... - I get a Deadache, yeah!

Sometimes...

In november I lost my family

They took away all my friends and blamed insanity