Rush-Hour  Killing  Spree  -  Putrid  Pile

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  excitement

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

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