Novacaine:

Welcome to the necropolis, bodies rising up from the earth. Apocalypse. A flower of rebirth, undead metropolis. Demons walk the earth, harvesting broken souls trapped in this. Psychosis. Look inside my bloody well. I welcome you to this living hell. Who are these souls I see? Bleeding out on bended knees. Gruesome horrors for us to see? Twisted lies and broken dreams. Drowning in this well it seems. These souls harvest darkness. Put it in a harness to soothe my pain. Like a twisted form of novacaine.