‘Ode To The Ax-Man Before’

Life's been yelling for you to come out but you got so use to it's scream that you couldn't even hear it's sound; your job, the Ax-Man 

Throw that lever and you'll feel it, right beneath your skin something ancient and primal awaits resurrection 

You tell yourself not to choke, and keep repeating it, to see you go through with this; you've got a living to earn so earn it

Hear the clock ticking down to 1 and then 0, next, a 'job well done' and you'll be going home a savage 

Nurtured a blind executioner that was probably born a killer, anyways, but now we'll never know  

What if none of this should have been but now you're an Ax-Man working and it only costs your employers my death so you can make a living