"Shock Trauma" lyrics
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
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
Writer(s): Michael Hamilton, Sublett Ross Victor, Sebastian Anthony Phillips, Ross Sublett
