Throatsaw

Throatsaw
Throatsaw

The teeth are sharp
The blade, it gleams
The shine of steel
A murderous dream

Throatsaw, a privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw, your blood paints a mask on my face
One swipe, two swipes
I'll see inside your neck tonight
Three swipes, four swipes
Lift back your head

Throatsaw, a privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw, your blood paints a mask on my face

Looking down your windpipe
Skin formerly stretched tight
Now in shreds and lacerations
Soon your head an amputation

Throatsaw, a privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw, your blood paints a mask on my face
Couldn't help but saw some more
Body parts soon hit the floor
Severed cock stuffed in your jaw
The throatsaw is the fucking law

Throatsaw, a privilege to fall by its grace
Throatsaw, your blood paints a mask on my face

Throatsaw



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Cutler, Christopher Reifert, Daniel Corralles, Greg Wilkinson
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