The Edge Of The Hatchet Lyrics - Commandment - Six Feet Under

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 mix with feces and bile 

the edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet 

smashing through skill 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 

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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 finger 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 bleed another to screams 

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 your blood 

I open your chest I smash in your skull 

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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 drain and puddles 

urine soaked skin mix with feces and bile 

the edge of the hatchet now bloody and wet 

smashing through skill 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