Paul Mazurkiewicz - Puncture Wound Ma**acre lyrics

Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** Die, butcher Rage of hate Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** Stab, hack, slash, k** 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 run deep red Down faces of people in the room Bodies are heaping they're dieing In seconds they were slain Daggers in my hands are k**ing This worthless piece of sh** Hate for them still drives my rage My job is almost finished only one remains In the corner terrified behind the grisly slaughter Ill take my time on this last scum bag Knife in stomach, hes not dead yet Carving up his body, gouge his f**ing head Chop off his arms, pull out his guts No remorse for what i have done Stabbing, disfigure, knives puncture Blood gushing from their wounds Rivers run deep red Down faces of people in the room Daggers in my hands are k**ing These worthless pieces of sh**