The driver:
*Click* *Click* *Click*,
Only heard before you turn out of sight.
Scenic routes and beautiful views to remember, but you never take it in.
You’d never think leaving would have meant really leaving.
*Crunch*, *Snap*, *Crack*
The iron Jaws of death. What did you do?
Red. All you see is red.
What did you do?
What. Did. You. Do?