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 many 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 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 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 my tracks   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...