歌曲 | The Edge Of The Hatchet |
歌手 | Six Feet Under |
专辑 | Commandment |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnes, Barnes, Butler, Gall ... | |
The Edge of the | |
Hatchetthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckcutting through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body's attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axethe edge of the hatchetthe edge of the hatchet now comes down on youa broken stiff body severed in two | |
I cut off your finger and chop through your ribsstalking more victims to murder againthe edge of the hatchetthe swing of the axespinal chord split and a freshly broken backyour leg cut off at the knee and the hipsevered arms now gushing with pusthe edge of the hatchet the slice of the bladeanother bleed another to screamsbody parts stacked like wood by the cordtorsos are leaking veins slowly seepingthe edge of the hatchet your time to diea severed head is missing an eyegasping in pain as you choke your blood | |
I open your chest | |
I smash in your skullthe edge of the hatchet | |
I rise up this weapon | |
I begin my attackthe battered body brokenyour stump is torn in halfa rotten pile of steacha cold and bloody deathchopping your broken soulhacking all your flesh from bonethe end of pain not certainyou suffer now foreverthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckdriving through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body's attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axe |
zuo ci : Barnes, Barnes, Butler, Gall ... | |
The Edge of the | |
Hatchetthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckcutting through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body' s attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axethe edge of the hatchetthe edge of the hatchet now comes down on youa broken stiff body severed in two | |
I cut off your finger and chop through your ribsstalking more victims to murder againthe edge of the hatchetthe swing of the axespinal chord split and a freshly broken backyour leg cut off at the knee and the hipsevered arms now gushing with pusthe edge of the hatchet the slice of the bladeanother bleed another to screamsbody parts stacked like wood by the cordtorsos are leaking veins slowly seepingthe edge of the hatchet your time to diea severed head is missing an eyegasping in pain as you choke your blood | |
I open your chest | |
I smash in your skullthe edge of the hatchet | |
I rise up this weapon | |
I begin my attackthe battered body brokenyour stump is torn in halfa rotten pile of steacha cold and bloody deathchopping your broken soulhacking all your flesh from bonethe end of pain not certainyou suffer now foreverthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckdriving through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body' s attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axe |
zuò cí : Barnes, Barnes, Butler, Gall ... | |
The Edge of the | |
Hatchetthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckcutting through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body' s attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axethe edge of the hatchetthe edge of the hatchet now comes down on youa broken stiff body severed in two | |
I cut off your finger and chop through your ribsstalking more victims to murder againthe edge of the hatchetthe swing of the axespinal chord split and a freshly broken backyour leg cut off at the knee and the hipsevered arms now gushing with pusthe edge of the hatchet the slice of the bladeanother bleed another to screamsbody parts stacked like wood by the cordtorsos are leaking veins slowly seepingthe edge of the hatchet your time to diea severed head is missing an eyegasping in pain as you choke your blood | |
I open your chest | |
I smash in your skullthe edge of the hatchet | |
I rise up this weapon | |
I begin my attackthe battered body brokenyour stump is torn in halfa rotten pile of steacha cold and bloody deathchopping your broken soulhacking all your flesh from bonethe end of pain not certainyou suffer now foreverthe edge of the hatchet comes down on your neckdriving through bone slicing through fleshmy weapon of choice to kill and dismemberchopping away with my sharpened meat cleaverthe edge of the hatchet chopping awaythe rot and the gore as arteries spraythe blood on your body now drain and puddlesurine soaked skin mix with feces and bilethe edge of the hatchet now bloody and wetsmashing through skill cutting through neckopen wounds pulsate as glands are dissectedeyeballs implode as genitals spew infectionthe edge of the hatchet butchers and hacksa missing arm is cut off in halfone leg removed as your body' s attackedthis murder was caused by the swing of the axe |