Crimson Soil

He came home and noticed a flat tire on the front of the car

It was then that he decided to take the children to his sisters place where it was safer

He fed the children packed everything into the trunk and left

As he drove he heard a creaking sound of the wheel sliding on the concrete

Covered with a veil of disappointment he drove on

Skies are field with fire

As this wreck drives slowly out of town

The flames are dancing across this meadow

Smell of those burning cold

There are thousands laying their heads down

In the midst of this picture of hades

He stops there on the gravel verge

Hand are shaking

The wretch swings around the screws

Taste of that crimson soil

Mouths are moving but there's no sound

Smell of those burning cold

There are thousands laying their heads down

There he sits leaning against the door

Pleased he gazes into the skies

Severed arm comes flying through the air