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