Exhumed Lyrics
Exhumed Lyrics
"The Axe Was Made To Grind Lyrics"
LOSING SLEEP (STILL MY HEART) Lyrics
Losing sleep in a waking dream A recurring face I see comes to pass my way Still, my heart, will you please be still, my heart In this world of change you keep turning me round again <
Losing sleep in a waking dream A recurring face I see comes to pass my way Still, my heart, will you please be still, my heart In this world of change you keep turning me round again <
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 man
Anarchy OK Lyrics
I can't wait till tomorrow, I've got a suitcase packed, I'm leaving. I've got a key to the lock in your head. You know the truth is there for all. Walking in the park just the other day, got hit with a rock,y 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 j
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
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...
I can't wait till tomorrow, I've got a suitcase packed, I'm leaving. I've got a key to the lock in your head. You know the truth is there for all. Walking in the park just the other day, got hit with a rock,
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 j
four chord wonder Lyrics
How many bands have wrote this song before? I can name at least fifty... I bet you could name a hundred more. There's over a couple thousand chord progressions around. Whill someone tell me who decided they
gsawHow many bands have wrote this song before? I can name at least fifty... I bet you could name a hundred more. There's over a couple thousand chord progressions around. Whill someone tell me who decided they
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
Born Too Late Lyrics
Saddle up that old grey mare for me I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see I never really feel like looking very much anymore And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door... Peo
my tracksSaddle up that old grey mare for me I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see I never really feel like looking very much anymore And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door... Peo
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...