Why Cars Don't Start in Horror Movies

The occupants of the theater seats shake with enjoyment
As crimson fluids cascade down innocent skin
Would we feel like god to take anothers life?
And while we caress a wrist with delicate razors
The TV offers adventure and fun in a setting known as the army
Our drunken uncle has picked another fight in a downtown bar
We take arms rather than take his bourbon
Hollywood pricks the finger
And drops red rain on virgin tongues
We've fallen in love with the loss of control
And all our heroes of forgotten
Wars, scream from crowded skies above
To warn there unseen son's
We should have known better than that