Graves at Sea - The Waco 177

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Smell of burning rubber / Makes me feel alive
Drinks in the air / Wheels to the sky
Peripheral eclipse / The world disappears
The churning of fuel / Embrace the nothing…
The road beckons / Keep the rubber side down
The pain of the day / Sustains the drive to ride
Reject expectations / Walk the left hand path
Initiate selection / The chosen arise
Reclusive instincts / Withdrawn from humanity
The highway’s my drug / It flows through my veins
A world examined / Through a child’s eyes
Dying for the thrill / Living to die
Emancipation / Of body and soul
Push of the moment / Increase the speed
A call to days past / Expand the tribe
Substance consumption / Fuels the stampede
Stranded and hopeless / Instilled despair
Exile of the mind / Rethink, improve, proceed
Freedom on two tires / The thrill consumes
The rush of adrenaline / Thundering forward
Waco 177 / Shots ring out and bodies fall
Waco 177 / A massacre under Texas law
Nine dead and 177 / Being held on a RICO charge.
Five men released by dawn
Suspicions raised / Something went wrong
In a hail of bullets / Confusion misplaced blame
First shots came from a CI / Trading black for blue
Betraying brothers / For a little green
177 will remember the day / When liberty was stripped away
Profiled and categorized…
This is what happens when you live the life