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April 16, 2006
B.A.C.083
Note the lyrics from Cannibal Corpse: very disturbing.
Download BAC083a.mp3 (2.3 MB)
(unrelated picture: May 16, 2004 accident in England involving a BMW & Land Rover; 8 died and strewn across the motorway)
BAC083
Early hours, open road, family of five, on the way home.
Having looked at death in the 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.
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 ejected from his seat:
E-J-E-C-T-E-D.
The mother, smashed upon the stick-shift shaft:
I-M-P-A-L-E-D.
The look of death, in my eye, surely no one will survive.
Blood, free, on the run, left to dry, in the sun.
I see my fresh kill left in the road,
Remains of your bodies, mangled and torn.
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 exlplode, chest and skull now implode.
Corpses they'll become, and
Graves will be dug,
Graves will be dug!
Posted by will at April 16, 2006 05:29 PM