Puncture Wound Massacre
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
STAB, HACK, SLASH, KILL
Die, butcher
Rage of hate
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
STAB, HACK, SLASH, KILL
Kick down the door in barbaric rage
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way
Stab another face, slit another throat
(My intention is to mutilate them)
People are screaming it feeds my hate
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face
I only see red, rage exploding
(Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken)
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
(Rivers) Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
(Bodies) Bodies are heaping, they're dying
In seconds they were slain
(Daggers) Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of shit
Hate for them still drives my rage
My job is almost finished only one remains
In the corner, terrified behind the grisly slaughter
(I'll take my time on this last scum bag)
Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts
No remorse for what I have done
(Stabbing) Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
(Rivers) Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
(Daggers) Daggers in my hands are killing
These worthless pieces of shit
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
STAB, HACK, SLASH, KILL
Die, butcher
Rage of hate
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
Stab, hack, slash, kill
STAB, HACK, SLASH, KILL
Kick down the door in barbaric rage
Frantically slashing all who stand in my way
Stab another face, slit another throat
(My intention is to mutilate them)
People are screaming it feeds my hate
Hack through the crowd blood is splashing on my face
I only see red, rage exploding
(Two knives, one mind, that hate has broken)
Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
(Rivers) Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
(Bodies) Bodies are heaping, they're dying
In seconds they were slain
(Daggers) Daggers in my hands are killing
This worthless piece of shit
Hate for them still drives my rage
My job is almost finished only one remains
In the corner, terrified behind the grisly slaughter
(I'll take my time on this last scum bag)
Knife in stomach, he's not dead yet
Carving up his body, gouge his fucking head
Chop off his arms, pull out his guts
No remorse for what I have done
(Stabbing) Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
(Rivers) Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
(Daggers) Daggers in my hands are killing
These worthless pieces of shit
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Mazurkiewicz, Alex Webster, George Fisher
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