Brutal Way to Die

Blood spurts out from the hole in your throat Red phlegm ejected, coughing up your bowels Destination death, noone can help you now Screaming don't come easy with punctured lungs [Chorus:] Brutal way to die Force the axe through the thorax Brutal way to die Hacked up, fucked up Limbs have bee severed and put away The axe now comes down upon your torso The joy of maiming, such a cheap thrill When your body's gone another one will follow