Puncture Wound Massacre

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