Product of Misfortune

Sharpening the teeth of my blade I'm looking for a victim Put the body on the hook and let it bleed Sawing through the spraying of blood I'm cutting with precision Put the body in the freezer for the meat Stumble on the house of the dead and you're no longer living So many faces but the last that you will see Think you'll make it out Well you're dead Think you're all alone I'm in your head (Running through a field in pain and you will never make it) I'm closing in and you will not escape me You will not escape me (Tearing through your flesh and bone until your eyes roll back) Wanted dead or alive I think I'll make it out Make It Out On the butchers block is where you'll find me Stacking body after body down at my feet Pick it up I won't take this this anymore Leave you half dead on the floor (You're about to find out what's in store) I'm having trouble tryna find out what this life means What can I do, what do I say Please help me Please help me End it all I will