Red Asphalt

The rearview smeared with crimson stain
A route that soon begins again
Bleeding out past horizon's line
A roadmap of our dark design

Accident or negligence?
Or just unhappy circumstance?
A splattered brain, a trail of guts
Death by impact or a thousand cuts

Red asphalt
Black nights, white lines
Red asphalt
Black nights, white lines

Red asphalt
A wrong turn toward a screeching end
Red asphalt
A grisly death just round the bend

Take the next turn for the worse
A dead end to speed you toward the hearse
A roadside cross to mark the place
Where screaming wheels peeled off your face
The pavement strewn with limbs and bones
Amid this gore, we've carved out our home
Open road, open graves
Low iqs and high octane

Driven to madness and tragedy
Each mile another travesty
Stretched out as far as the eye can see
A testament to wanton butchery
A roadmap to an early grave
Dispensing death on a whim of fate
Try to course-correct but it's too late
Onward to death we accelerate

Red asphalt
Red asphalt
Red asphalt