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 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 puss

As his spinal cord took off and flew

The mother took a flight through the glass,

And ended up impaled on a sign

Her intestines stretched from the car down the road

For a quarter of 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



Schards 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 victim 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



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



The look of death in my eye

Surely no-one survive

Just a pile of mush

Left to dry in the sun



I see my fresh kill

Left in the road

Remains of your body

Mangled and torn



I see my fresh kill

Left in the road

Remains of your body

Mangled and torn



His seatbelt was useless for holding him back,

It simply cut him in two

Legs were crushed, out leaked puss

As his spinal cord took off and flew

The mother took a flight through the glass,

And ended up impaled on a sign

Her intestines stretched from the car down the road

For a quarter of mile



One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood

Now it's time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun