The Waco 177 - Graves at Sea

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Reclusive instincts / Withdrawn from humanity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