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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Cannibal Corpse Puncture Wound Massacre
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, the 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 dying 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 I'll take my time on this last scum bag Knife in the stomach, he's not dead yet Carving up his body, gauge his f..cking 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
