Flying high on a hit of crack, need to find some speed

Hit the liquor store, the companionship of a whore

Drunk and driving stoned and frying

Severely impaired to see group of pedestrians in front of me

The music is loud, laughing at the church I make an evil smirk

All of a sudden the car goes crash.



My mind goes black, smashing into a crowd

Standing on the corner, waiting to cross the street

Ice causes a man to slip, head goes under the tire

Brain death, life for him has expired!



[guest vokills by Donavan Breazaeale of Autopsy Commission & Terry Christbutcher of Excommunion]