The Coffin Cuties - The Butcher of Hearts #psychobilly #psychobillymusic #horrorpunk

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[Verse 1]
In a town where secrets breed,
There's a woman with a hunger and a twisted creed.
In her shop of knives and red-lit art,
She lures sweet lovers to fall apart.

Under neon glow and midnight charms,
She welcomes them with open arms.
But behind her smile lies a darker part—
Every tender touch hides a butcher’s heart.

[Chorus]
She's the butcher of hearts, turning love into art,
Every stolen kiss ends with a sinister start.
With every slice and every cut so cold,
Her secret recipe of passion turns to stories untold.

[Verse 2]
One by one, they surrender to her grace,
Unaware of the fate that time can’t erase.
In the silence of her secret lair,
Lovers become ingredients for her macabre affair.

A whispered promise, a fatal embrace,
Their final moments lost without a trace.
In the rhythmic hum of her cutting board,
Desire meets destiny with every chord.

[Chorus]
She's the butcher of hearts, crafting crimson art,
Transforming fleeting love into a masterpiece of dark.
Every lover's end, a tale of sweet demise,
Woven into savory secrets that never compromise.

[Bridge]
Listen close as the midnight chime calls,
Flesh and memory blend behind these walls.
A symphony of sorrow in every slice,
A morbid dance of passion and sacrifice.

[Verse 3]
Now the town whispers legends of her name,
Of love that vanished, never quite the same.
In every spicy sausage, a story’s sealed tight—
A haunting reminder in the fading light.

[Chorus]
She's the butcher of hearts, where endings ignite,
Every love turned recipe whispers in the night.
A tale of passion twisted into art,
Forever remembered as the butcher of hearts.

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