Throatsaw

The teeth are sharp
The blade it gleams
The shine of steel
A murderous dream
One purpose, just one task:
To kill!
A sacred tool to wield with skill

Throatsaw
A privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw
Your blood paints a mask on my face

One swipe, two swipes
I'll see inside your neck tonight
Three swipes, four swipes
Lift back your head, savor your plight

Throatsaw
A privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw
Your blood paints a mask on my face

Looking down your windpipe
Skin formerly stretched tight
Now in shreds and lacerations
Soon your head an amputation

Throatsaw
A privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw
Your blood paints a mask on my face

Couldn't help but saw some more
Body parts soon hit the floor
Severed cock stuffed in your jaw
The throatsaw is the fucking law

Throatsaw
A privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw
Your blood paints a mask on my face

Throatsaw