Sun dappled sweat slashes awake   Blood blotted out by the breeze   Another bolt upright blue light special   Snarling scenes fade linger disease      The starting gate's filled with agony mounts   Each a catalog of a circle of hell   The gamut of grisly peaks await   It's post time for fit fever padded cell      Shying and prancing they stare at each other   Then burst down the track at sanguinary speed   No way to run from the horses of hell   Destined to lose no matter who leads      On torture, on abuser, on cold-blooded killer   On molester, on rapist, on brute   On mayhem, on plague, on death gurgle spasm   Lacerate, impale, convulse