The Spiral

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