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 Where screaming wheels peeled off your face 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