Torso (Hacksaw Carnage) Lyrics


An ordinary man to see on the street,

one wouldn't think he's a deadly creep.

Chained in his basement his victims lie,

waiting for deaths release to subside.

Burning pain as he saws away,

a sadistic slaughter,

day after day.

Limb after limb,

bone after bone,

hands after feet,

till all that's left is a torso.