INDIAN

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