The Pick Axe Murders
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Lyrics
You thought it was over, it's not over I came back, I brought my axe 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 ruptured 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 Rotten walking dead Hunting living victims
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:03
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 180 BPM