This Axe Was Made To Grind-Exhumed

Hacked to pieces they found her Or rather, they scraped her off the floor Bits of bone and brain around her And the whole room was splattered with gore Her death was pitiless and violent Bludgeoned beyond recognition Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush Her last moments were truly perdition 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... The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal I hacked up her bowels with a grin Her struggles would prove so tragically futile Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in Even the coroner found it quite savage When he saw what forensics uncovered A few pieces was all they could salvage Out of the red running gutter... The next clue in this forensic jigsaw Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage So little of her carcass was there... 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... 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...