| The Pix - Axe Murders |
| | You thought it was over, it's not over.
I came back, I brought my axe
In the shadows, alone in the dark, young victims I stalk.
You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back.
>From the grave, to mutilate.
Axed in the back, pick through the neck, dead like the rest.
Molested and left, limbs split in half, I rupture their flesh.
Puncture wounds to the head.
Bone fragments clot to the hatchet.
Knee deep in the blood of the dead.
Cranial separation, sex with her severed head.
Rotten walking dead.
Hunting living victims.
@SONG: She Was Asking For It
Take me back, back to the scene, it's coming back, I remember her =
screams.
The fear in her eyes, the night she died, it left me empty, hollow =
inside.
Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.
Feelings deep inside I don't understand.
Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright.
Touch of her skin, next to mine, warm and wet, deep inside.
Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.
Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.
Come to me, I hear her screaming.
Waiting - in the grave, calling out, but she's buried.
Waiting - in the grave, come to me.
I hear her screaming, waiting.
I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.
Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.
I remember the screams, the night she died.
I left her empty, hollow inside.
Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.
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