The Axe Was Made To Grind Songtext / Lyric

The Axe Was Made To Grind Songtext They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags
Collected for autopsy
No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks
Nothing will lead them to me... A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone
Death is the final hand we`ll all dealt
From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath
The only answer`s the puzzle itself...

Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
This axe was made to grind...