Deadlock

driving a truck was always my dream,
king of the road letting off steam
follow me while i check the truckload
call me the master of life and death
join the deathrace - come on
hear their excited groaning which turns to painful screams
when i start my powerful engine.
I am the king of the road
with my moribund load
their tourment, pain and fear
makes me drive in top gear
where is the fucking difference between a living load and normal cargo,
arriving on schedule means getting paid punctually
don't blame me for being one of the first parts of mankinds insane catering monstrosity
i just laugh about these pseudo guardian angels that think they could change our world.
if they could what should they pray for?
dying in my truck on the road or in the abbatoir
the ones condemned to death have not a single chance to win this race
cattle crossing! keep silent!
man fated to be tyrant!
no mercy, no barrier
express cattle carrier
look at the peak of evolution the food chain leader