blackpukesalvation

Upon that storied marble cast thine eye.
The scene commands a moralising sigh.
E’en in Arcadia’s blessed Elysian plains,
amidst the laughing nymphs and sportive swains.

Life’s Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom,
but Reason’s finger pointing at the…

See festal joy subside with melting grace,
and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast,
the passion throbbing in the lover’s breast?

Life’s Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom,
but Reason’s finger pointing at the tomb.

[Man:] So say me, noble stranger, what brings you here this night?
[Death:] I have come to release you from the bitter taste of life.
[Man:] Why me? Why now? It cannot be my time.
[Death:] Everything that falls to the ground is mine.

Upon that storied marble cast thine eye.
The scene commands a moralising sigh.
E’en in Arcadia’s blessed Elysian plains,
amidst the laughing nymphs and sportive swains.

See festal joy subside with melting grace,
and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast,
the passion throbbing in the lover’s breast?

Life’s Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom,
but Reason’s finger pointing at the…

See festal joy subside with melting grace,
and pity visit the half-smiling face.
Where now the dance, the lute, the ruptial feast,
the passion throbbing in the lover’s breast?

Life’s Emblem here in youth and vernal bloom,
but Reason’s finger pointing at the tomb.

[Man:] But in youth am I still, and in flesh am I strong.
[Death:] And I have a disease for every sin that you have done.
[Man:] But I’ve done nothing wrong, nothing bad or untrue.
[Death:] Neither God nor Devil agrees with you!

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 a 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 pus as his spinal cord took off and flew
The mother took flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign
Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of a 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
Shards 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 victims 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
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

The look of death in my 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

One child left slowly dying now, arteries gushing blood
Now it’s time to feed on flesh, the gore has just begun