Indian
they didnt know what happened
the first time I tasted fear
me and my mother & father were driving
a truck load of indian workers hit another car
there was indian scattered all over the highway bleeding
up until then all of a sudden the Redskins were bleeding
don't know if I'm crazy but as a child
floating in the breeze
the reaction that possibly the soul jumped into my brain from one of those indians
little screaming creaming freaks in the face of reality
faces, traces & spaces
like a wheel it enhanced the brevity nothing to heavy
a chain reaction to taste some call it their destined fate