Rush-Hour Killing Spree

Today is a perfect day for killing
Sharpen my machete so that it could split a hair
Use it on myself before the others
My blood runs red as my heart
still pounds with excitment
Running through the streets – A madman
Hacking up everyone – In sight
Blood splattered on my – Face
I leave behind a trail of pain and misery
People scattering in every direction
Running for their lives
No lives within reach are spared
I’ve found a release to vent my hatred
Running through the streets – A madman
Hacking up everyone – In sight
Blood splattered on my – Face
I leave behind a trail of pain and misery
Death – Becomes them
Horror – Fills the streets
I have to make the most of my killing spree
Pressing on faster to cover more area
Motivated by the sound of people
gagging on their own blood
I give new meaning to the term “paint the town red”
Running through the streets – A madman
Hacking up everyone – In sight
Blood splattered on my – Face
I leave behind a trail of pain and misery