| Song | Midnight Meat Train |
| Artist | Manilla Road |
| Album | Out of the Abyss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |