Lyrics

The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck Cutting through bone, slicing through flesh My weapon of choice to kill and dismember Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver The edge of the hatchet chopping away The rot and the gore as arteries spray The blood on your body now drain and puddles Urine soaked skin mixed with feces and bile The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet Smashing through skull, cutting through neck Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks A missing arm is cut off in half One leg removed as your body's attacked This murder was caused by the swing of the axe The edge of the hatchet The edge of the hatchet The edge of the hatchet The edge of the hatchet now comes down on you A broken stiff body severed in two I cut off your fingerss and chop through your ribs Stalking more victims to murder again The edge of the hatchet, the swing of the axe Spinal chord split and a freshly broken back Your leg cut off at the knee and the hip Severed arms now gushing with pus The edge of the hatchet, the slice of the blade Another to bleed, another to scream Body parts stacked like wood by the cord Torsos are leaking, veins slowly seeping The edge of the hatchet, your time to die A severed head is missing an eye Gasping in pain as you choke on your blood I open your chest, I smash in your skull The edge of the hatchet The edge of the hatchet The edge of the hatchet I rise up this weapon, I begin my attack The battered body broken Your stump is torn in half A rotten pile of steach A cold and bloody death Chopping your broken soul Hacking all your flesh from bone The end of pain not certain You suffer now forever The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck Driving through bone, slicing through flesh My weapon of choice to kill and dismember Chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver The edge of the hatchet chopping away The rot and the gore as arteries spray The blood on your body now drains and puddles Urine soaked skin mixed with feces and bile The edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet Smashing through skull, cutting through neck Open wounds pulsate as glands are dissected Eyeballs implode as genitals spew infection The edge of the hatchet butchers and hacks A missing arm is cut off in half One leg removed as your body's attacked This murder was caused by the swing of the axe