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I massacre the passers-by

I don't need no reasons why

Escape my axe, in vain you'll try

My axe and I will make you die

Three steps behind you, a sinister man

With a smile on my face, and an axe in my hand

Screaming won't save you, you'll soon be dead

With a blood splattered face, and an axe in your head

I bring the hate, I bring the pain

I bring the axe into your brain

I'm filled with sin, I want to be

Personified misanthropy

Now you will see, what your life means to me

As I slam my hatchet through you skull

Then you will find, what was once inside

Now looks better splattered on the wall

Nowhere to hide, no place to run

My axe I begin our fun

Chopping, hacking, through your skull

Now I'll feast until I'm full