Running Red Lights in Indiana

Beating out the battle silence
Calling always on to rage
Blood thirst dripping up and down my throat

You have to watch out for motorcycles on country roads.

There's a question on a Chinese driving test:
If you came across a person
Their intestines all spilled like wine across pavement
Would you put them back or not?

I sew them up with ants, just to watch death reflecting in the sky, same for
people as dead deer
That internal purple of blood clots in open air.