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| fuck you all Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane Both of them collide, expressions horrified Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed The father of three was impaled on the wheel, as his skull became a part of the dash His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he saw his own organs collapse His seatbelt was useless for holding him back, it simply cut him in two Legs were crushed, out leaked pus as his spinal cord took off and flew The mother took flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of a mile Fourth child on the way, won't live another day Fetus on the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass explode, chest and skull now implode Corpses they've become, and graves will have to be dug Underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your face Bleeding from your eyes, the slaughtered victims lies Knowing what he's done, he just backs up one more time Laughing at the mess, a pile of meat on the street One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane The look of death in my eye Surely no-one will survive Just a pile of mush Left to dry in the sun I see my fresh kill Left in the road Remains of your bodies Mangled and torn Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane Both of them collide, expressions horrified Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed The father of three was impaled on the wheel, as his skull became a part of the dash His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he saw his own organs collapse His seatbelt was useless for holding him back, it simply cut him in two Legs were crushed, out leaked pus as his spinal cord took off and flew The mother took flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of a mile Fourth child on the way, won't live another day Fetus on the road, with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass explode, chest and skull now implode Corpses they've become, and graves will have to be dug Underneath the wheels, burning rubber on your face Bleeding from your eyes, the slaughtered victims lies Knowing what he's done, he just backs up one more time Laughing at the mess, a pile of meat on the street One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight Trying to perceive if he's blind or insane, he steers his car into the other lane The look of death in my eye Surely no-one will survive Just a pile of mush Left to dry in the sun I see my fresh kill Left in the road Remains of your bodies Mangled and torn |
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