Sawn Off

Chop off the hand that feeds meFeed me the hand of your leader, insaneDown from your pedestal, bleedingBled by the beastsThat you failed to adhereLay there crawlingYour legs they cannot moveStabbed through the knees, down to the floorAnd saw off the head for this war to end warPlaced hereThis bloody instrumentThese remnants of goreDespised, detestedSawn through the boneTo witness such violence and angerDeath will respond in grievanceGrief not this timeFor we are better off deadDread not the nearly departedDeparture is hereIn the palm of my handPlaced hereThis bloody instrumentThese remnants of goreDespised, detestedSawn through the boneTo witness such violence and angerDefiled and molestedSlicing your belly wide openOpened before meYour bowels, they layPray for a surgical saviourBehaviour inherentTo fools lead astray