Red Asphalt

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 At any— 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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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 Whеre screaming wheels peeled off your facе 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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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 intempеrance Impairing my cognizance Gas ignites with еffulgence 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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026

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!

Submitted by NecroLord — Mar 26, 2026