The Cleaners Theme - Ribspreader

The sweat on the brow

How he toils away

At work to sever flesh

Yet never leaves a bloody mess

Tidy sickness on the prowl

Rubber gloves and sharpened blades

As he does his raids

Always neat and clean

Freak of a sickened place

A wretched spawn not of nature

Hunting down dirt

Both in dust and human form

The cleaners theme

The sounds of pain so obscene

Ripping and tearing apart

Leaving no trace at all