The Chainsaw - Attomica

Hear the noise of a killing machine

The chainsaw starts to cut your skin

Dilacerated flesh is pulling from your face

Breaking your bones, the sound of disgrace

The choper works, your legs like a tree

Ripping your members slow and deep

The first act is an amputation

The final reason is the mutilation

Your arms with a blood spill

Bringing the pain that you never felt

An eternal agony comes to your soul

The chainsaw law has no control

The eyes of death are ready to kill

Your head is the first prize of slaughter’s thrill

The chainsaw stops, the death comes fast

You’re fucking ready for the final rest

The prime pleasure of his dirty mind

Killing he finds his real reason to live

Death is the only thing that has to believe!