This Axe Was Made to Grind

Hacked to pieces they found her
 Or rather, they scraped her off of the floor
 Bits or bone and brain all around her
 And the whole room was spattered with gore
 Her death was pitiless and violent
 Bludgeoned beyond recognition
 Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush
 Her last moment 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 deadth's dark desing
 This axe was made to grind...
 The next piece of the 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 scraps 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...
 Lead - Matt
 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're all dealt
 From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath
 The only answer's the puzzle itself...
 Picking up the shreds 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...