The Saw

Dip in boiling oil
Rack and guillotine
Squeezing on purulent boils
Penance for your sins
All methods mentioned
Are lovely toys
Now I'm going to tell you
How I fill my joys
The saw is my favourite instrument
That will provide your slow end
Into a sort of huge screaming pupper
Writhing in rivulates of blood
Raw and slimy, shapeless flesh
Mixed up with splinters, of bones smashed
Blood and guts lying on the floor
Soon you will see tons of gore
Pregnant women used for the saw
So make sure you will never break the law
Stripped and tied, head down
Soon you will lie, lifeless on the ground
Spread eagled, I start to saw
"La sierra" is notched and raw
Upside down position, adequate blood
Oxygen, reached the brain
Preventing you from bleeding to death
Keeps you from losing consciousness