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 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 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
Ill take my time on this last scum bag
Knife in stomach, hes 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, disfigure, knives puncture
Blood gushing from their wounds
Rivers run deep red
Down faces of people in the room
Daggers in my hands are killing
These worthless pieces of shit.(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Everywhere you want I always go
I always give in because, babe, you know
You just say so cause you give me that
Feeling inside that I know must be right
It's the singer not the song
It's not the way you give in willingly
Others do it without thrilling me
Giving me that same old feeling inside that I
Know I must be right
It's the singer not the song
The same old places and the same old songs
We've been going there for much too long
There's something wrong and it gives me that feeling
Inside that I know I must be right
It's the singer not the song
It's the singer not the song
It's the singer not the song