Hacked to pieces they found her
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Or rather, they scraped her off the floor
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Bits of bone and brain around her
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And the whole room was splattered with gore
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Her death was pitiless and violent
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Bludgeoned beyond recognition
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Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush
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Her last moments were truly perdition
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Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
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Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
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So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
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This axe was made to grind...
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The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal
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I hacked up her bowels with a grin
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Her struggles would prove so tragically futile
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Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in
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Even the coroner found it quite savage
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When he saw what forensics uncovered
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A few pieces was all they could salvage
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Out of the red running gutter...
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The next clue in this forensic jigsaw
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Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear
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It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage
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So little of her carcass was there...
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Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
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Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
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So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
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This axe was made to grind...
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They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags
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Collected for autopsy
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No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks
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Nothing will lead them to me...
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A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone
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Death is the final hand we`ll all dealt
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From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath
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The only answer`s the puzzle itself...
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Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
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Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
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So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
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This axe was made to grind...
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The Axe Was Made To Grind
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Exhumed |