1. TORSO... HACKSAW CARNAGE

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!!!