A writhing sleep A waiting gun A black premonition A crow to follow home So here we are again The fork carved in the road White knuckles grip the wheel A full liquor tank set to blow I'm not afraid I don't give a fuck if I live or die I just want to see twisted metal The broken glass shards right through my eyes For salvation a bullet ride Not a stained glass prison of lies Are you afraid? You can't make it home The crack fa