The highway grave

Car after car
Corpse after corpse
On this highway
New life drives on past the dead

The dead lie on their side
Stuck after a hit
A punch delivered by death
And the weapon of choice is humanity

We kill
We destroy
We sin
With no concerns for the afterlife

Our souls burn though
Our foreheads with seven flames brightly burning
Our guilt isn't here yet, but
Our terror rains supreme in the land of Pan

And one day, in the future
These corpses will be ours on the side of the highway
After the gods punish us
And kill the human race