The Chainsaw

Hear the noise of a killin' machine
The chainsaw starts to cut your skin
Dilacerated flesh is pulling from your face
Breakin' you bones, the sound of disgrace

The choper works, your legs like a tree
Ripping you members slow and deep
The first act is an amputation
The final reason is the mutilation

Your arms with a blood spill
Bringin' the pain that you never felt
An eternal agony comes to your soul
The chainsaw law has no control

The eyes of death are ready to kill
Your head is the first prize of slaughter's thrill
The chainsaw stops, the death comes fast
You're fuckin' ready for the final rest

The prime pleasure of his dirty mind
Killing he finds his real reason to live
Death is the only thing that has to believe!