1. UNSAFE AT ANY SPEED

Accelerating the mortality rate
As I speed toward your fetid fate
Vehicular slaughter, my preferred comportment
A tally demarcated in my glove compartment

A white line nightmare
White-knuckle thrills beyond compare
Entrails enmeshed in my grill
Another road, another kill

Be afraid, unsafe at any speed
Look both ways, unsafe at any speed
Accelerate, unsafe at any speed
Never safe at any speed

Screaming wheels grind your face into bits
Innards-sprayed undercarriage, caked bile, guts and shit
Skull cracks under steel-belted tread
The pavement is spattered, green, black and red

Stop on red, leave on amber
Screaming in fear, you stumble and clamber
Legs crushed under-wheel as you scream
Femur caught in the axle, death's smell, gasoline

Be afraid, unsafe at any speed
Look both ways, unsafe at any speed
Accelerate, unsafe at any speed
Never safe

The cry of the engine, screams in the night
Drowning out desperate pleas, last gasps of fright
Life flashes before you, just before you're passed
Driven to madness, I press down the gas

A red-inked scorecard of human wreckage
Death on four wheels, in my horror-drawn carriage
Swap notes on the bloody road left behind us
In our wake, twisted metal and human detritus

A race to the end of all roads
Measured in bodies, horsepower, and blood
Remains dry in the heat in the cracks
Red-blood caked asphalt now curdling black

Be afraid, unsafe at any speed
Look both ways, unsafe at any speed
Accelerate, unsafe at any speed
Never safe at any speed


2. 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


3. SHOCK TRAUMA

Imbibing alcoholic contents
My judgement impaired and duly rent
Set myself down behind the wheel
BAC soaring as tires peel

Victim to imprecision
Guilt foments within
A drunken decision
Shock trauma
Brain neurons left liquescent
A stupor recrudescent
Chrome and steel twisted and bent
Shock trauma

A party to vehicular homicide
From hitting the bottle, left bleary-eyed
Corpses littered upon the road
Future lives that I've unsowed

Devotee of intemperance
Impairing my cognizance
Gas ignites with effulgence
Shock trauma
As severed veins empty fluids
Limbs are bent and contorted
From the neck, they're beheaded
Shock trauma

Feeling weak-kneed
Your sweat starts to bead
Your pulse begins to speed
Shock trauma
Cold and clammy skin
Your heart racing within
Your head starts to spin
Shock trauma

Entrails erupt in a crimson bloom
Bile bubbles up into spume
A cabin full of grume
A tomb!

Witnessing my massacre
My time as death's chauffeur
Leaving bodies to be interred
Shock trauma
Torsos bisected in twain
Fractured skulls spilling their brains
Dying in the fast lane
Shock trauma

Feeling weak-kneed
Your sweat starts to bead
Your pulse begins to speed
Shock trauma
Cold and clammy skin
Your heart racing within
Your head starts to spin
Shock trauma


4. SHOVELHEAD

A guttural groan that could wake up the dead
Ribcages rattled by bad vibes from my shovelhead

Somnambulant corpses, quaking with dread
At each displacement of dirt overturned by my shovelhead

Waylaid by the blade of the spade you are splayed
Engines unleashed, upon the deceased
Exhumed from the tomb, muffler fumes seal your doom
Grave-grime disturbed, coffins unearthed - dig?

Bursting out of the grave, by thе motor's song led
A legion of ghouls, disentombеd by my shovelhead

Thundering down the road, on a trail splattered red
Hide your head or you'll lose it, to the point of my shovelhead
Of my shovelhead


5. THE IRON GRAVEYARD

Mourning columns of twisted steel, shattered windows where blood congeals
White knuckles still grip the wheel, tragic trophies I collect with zeal
No one walks in reverence, malodorous decay offers offense
Tangled in the metal hull... your corpse ferments

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Rusting monuments to recklessness, bucket seats stained by septic mess
Ichor and oil mix to opalesce, your demise, I repossess
Engine blocks splattered with brains, guts on axles, a twisted skein
Vinyl interiors festooned with... your remains

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Wrecked! Smashed!
No one leaves the Iron Graveyard
Crushed! Crashed!
No one grieves the Iron Graveyard
Burnt! Torched!
No one tends the Iron Graveyard
Charred! Scorched!
Your dead end the Iron Graveyard

Charbroiled skin flakes onto the seats
Vitreous bodies boiled from the heat
Femurs shattered by metallic chunks
Flesh drips in deliquescent hunks

A mausoleum of steel and bone, death stacked high upon the loam
A four-wheel coffin funeral home, my automotive catacomb
Flesh embalmed by gasoline, chrome imbued with putrescine
A gleaming show finish that's so... cadaverine

Patrolling the roads with pleasure and pride
My job: seeking wreckage and people who've died
Vehicular slaughter that none can abide
Towed to my yard and sanctified

Wrecked! Smashed!
No one leaves the Iron Graveyard
Crushed! Crashed!
No one grieves the Iron Graveyard
Burnt! Torched!
No one tends the Iron Graveyard
Charred! Scorched!
Your dead end the Iron Graveyard


6. CRAWLING FROM THE WRECKAGE

Fingernails clutch at rough edges
Of the metal that bites at your flesh
Clutching your wounds as you wriggle
Toward a tableau of carnage and death

A tableau of carnage and death

Grasp at frayed ends of survival
Grievous wounds spraying claret in bursts
Through blood-occluded vision, you see
Things have gone from dire to far worse

Death upon impact was mercy
For those splattered before they could scream
Drag your body across the asphalt
And tell yourself it's just a bad dream

A steaming heap of broken bodies
Gore drying black in the sun
Twisted metal and human wreckage
A feast of curdling carrion

Windshield-shard laceration
Seat belt-cinched strangulation
Death was closer than it appeared
Life now in the rear-view mirror

Mortally wounded upon impact
Dying slow as organs slide out of place
The crumpled front end of a compact
Your final resting place

Limbs wrenched, arms akimbo
Vertebrae pulverized
A fate far worse than death or limbo
As your thorax is dis-organ-ized

Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage


7. SIGNAL THIRTY

A fractured skull reveals the contents therein, as cerebrospinal fluid drips
Grey matter covers the VIN, torsion leaves vertebrae ripped
The column impales the chest, pleura is torn into bits
Organs are crushed and compressed, last breaths gasp in bloody fits

Head to the scene, grim and obscene, blood and chrome gleam
Wrecks to transport, deaths to report, corpses to sort

The doomed assume a languid pallor, blood pools in scraps of steel
Veins eject vital ichor as gas and claret congeal
The body has been threshed, hematomas swell
A mass of charred flesh, tangled mess of metal

Another violent death on the highway
Another life snatched by carelessness
Another bloody number in the toll
Another look upon the face of death

Signal 30 - The code that has a morbid meaning
Signal 30 - The code that comes after the screaming

Death plays an overture of torture as the moans of the maimed are heard
Cries of pain and fear accompany the catastrophe unfurled
The nauseating task of removing a life that has passed before fruition
Telling the tragedy, a task that grows no less sad with repetition

Organs ablated in collision, prolapsing onto the seat
Abdominal excision trickles onto the street
Extremities crushed and bound, pinned within the crash
The humours come unwound from every weeping gash

Another violent death on the highway
Another life snatched by carelessness
Another bloody number in the toll
Another look upon the face of death

Signal 30 - The code that has a morbid meaning
Signal 30 - The code that comes after the screaming


8. DEATH ON FOUR WHEELS

Explosive upon impact, your defective subcompact
A tinderbox now set ablaze

Life-ending fender-bender
Die screaming for our bottom line
Flesh sizzling as it renders
Consumed by defective designs

Death, on four wheels
Flesh and blood congeals, tissue burns to ash
The fire worse than the crash
Burn, to feed the machine
Flaming gasoline
Your rolling funeral pyre, sends profits ever higher

Lives just line-items deducted, human value deconstructed
A consideration easily ignored

Negligence that's worse than sadistic
Consumed by engines of profit
Your immolation, another statistic
As your conveyance becomes your coffin

Death on four wheels
Flesh and blood congeals, tissue burns to ash
The fire worse than the crash
Burn to feed the machine
Flaming gasoline
Your rolling funeral pyre sends profits ever higher

Death on four wheels
Flesh and blood congeals, tissue burns to ash
The fire worse than the crash
Burn to feed the machine
Flaming gasoline
Your rolling funeral pyre sends profits ever higher


9. SYMPHOROPHILIA

Inhaling the perfume of oil slicks and dried grume
Loins become engorged as flesh and steel reforge
The audience is rapt when cartilage is snapped
The motors moan their last, pleasures of the crash

Wreckage is strewn throughout the room
Meat scarred by broken glass
A thunderous din as skulls are caved in
Viscera splayed on the dash

Eyes on the dragstrip, also tongues and lips
Festooning the chassis, a gruesome gore prix

Orgasm reached by watching cars breach
Their contents ejected by force
The bodies will soar out of the door
Flesh razed by the graveled course

New pornography, born of technology
Tangled flesh in wrecks, erotic auto sex
Symphorophilia

Ejaculate at the destructive fete
Exhaust adding spice to the stench
Bodies are piled, spilling blood, cum, and bile
From shoulders, limbs are torn and wrenched
Perverts transfixed as gas and shit mix
Rubbing their groins till they're raw
No pleasure can match watching cars smash
Symphorophilia


10. THE FUMES

Coming to in the front seat, not moving, but out of control
Breath comes in foul gasps and sputters as fear now takes hold

Air thick with monoxide, you sputter and hack
Poison turns your blood into grume
Exhaust fills your windpipe, sight dims to black
As slowly, you choke on the fumes - the fumes!

Contaminating your bloodstream, grow weak as you clutch yourself, choking
Gasoline clogs your throat as you scream on your last words unspoken

Air thick with monoxide, you sputter and hack
Poison turns your blood into grume
Exhaust fills your windpipe, sight dims to black
As slowly, you choke on the fumes - the fumes!

Air thick with monoxide, you sputter and hack
Poison turns your blood into grume
Exhaust fills your windpipe, sight dims to black
As slowly, you choke on the fumes - the fumes!