Saw Mill Road

These terrors are of older standing

They date beyond this wretched life

From which I envision

Deflating under torture

There is no stopping what can't be stopped

The burden of this carcass

Is worth the wait and anguish

The following events will echo through eternity

Like every slasher before me

I have come to unveil death

Fear of option highs me

The damned always choose quick and painless

But what they all soon realize

Is that I don't provide that choice

How fast would you die if I decide to cut your head clean off