They drilled my skull
To crack my will
My free mind is gone
Lobotomy done

One, two, three, four, electricity man at the door
Five, six, seven, eight, I'm not paying their rip off rates

Active, reactive, grind must stay
Leftist values, the only way
Actions not image, no show off play
Grind is protest
Speak out loud with grinding sounds
That's what grind is all about
No bread nor games for a pathetic crowd
Grind is protest
We've been called PC fags
A compliment coming from ignorant trash
Who put their head sup their stinky arse
Grind is protest
We'll keep on shouting, again and again
Grind is protest to create some change
And to break chains, our fight remains
Grind is protest

Exploitation - domination
Rich secured - poor insecure
Equal rights? - oh yeah right
We won't get it - without a fight
We don't want no liberal shit
Not at all, not a bit
Give back the people what is theirs
And put the liberals behind bars

Walking through town, little houses torn down, to make place - for big flat cages
People caged up, just boxed up, forced to put up - with big flat cages
Rent is too high, but no other way, so just fucking pay - for big flat cages
Stop the destruction, of small neighbourhoods' function, no more nations - of big flat cages

More frustrations, I get in this nation
Less satisfaction, only friction
Once again, I ask myself
Where is my place? Where is my help?

Marching soldiers in the streets
Is this the state you wanna see?
Beating those who do not fit
Beating those who do not fit
Who cares?
Do you?
Who cares?
Uh?

Pressure
I'm messed up
Pressure
I'm fucked up

Plastic surgery on the screen
Undermining self esteem
They wanna be so beautiful
Just from shit, they are full

What has happened, with this town, I called mine - to the drain
Sieg hail is in, liberalism wins and greed is no sin - all insane
I wanna kick back, really hard, maybe not that smart - angry I am
Get the fuckers, out of my sight, before I bite - bang bang bang
Get the fuckers out of my site
Bang bang bang - before I bite

We don't need your posing metal-grind
Macho fucking dickheads, empty fucking minds
Yes, you have heard it all fucking before
But we won't stop biting, be sure you will hear more

All my energy went to you
But you dumped me like a fool
Your face, the place to hit
'Cause you've treated me like shit
No way, I'm not gonna cut my wrists
But I'll use my fucking fists
This time, I'm not gonna weep
But I'll smash your face until it bleeds
Smash your face until it bleeds

Warning - "the most grinding" band is coming to town
Laughing - just another metal band with boring sound
Join in - you need to love this type
Consume - jump the bandwagon of this hype
New grind standards are a fucking joke
Using the grind banner for a macho soap
Bragging - about how good they play
Hoping - to be big one day
Ideals - nothing, nada, no fucking way
Pro-deals - to reach the top of fame
New grind standards are a fucking joke
Using the grind banner for a macho soap

Stupid people
Who are using me
And hurting me inside
Fuck you
To all these arseholes
Who're trying to bring me down
And are abusing me
Lay off me

Posers with long hair
Wimps with baseball caps
Only in it for the outfit
New wavers turning into HC
Only to be cool
Only the outfit, not the music
In their heads
Nothing else than
Some splattered brains
I wonder
If they even understand
The meaning of vivisection

Public services, raising their prices
Not for more quality nor job security
At the same time, cutting jobs down,
To pay ridiculous big managers' salaries
Who the fuck decides, that prices have to rise?
Public services are public property
And who the fuck decides, who's gonna be in charge?
Political manipulation above qualifications
Do we agree? With the corruption of public property?
Do we accept? Politicians' greedy quest?

A big murder mac
An easy snack
Still animals die
And starving children cry
But for you to stay
No fucking way
Is not too hard
And at least a start

They're closing our country's fucking doors
For people escaping their countries at war
But the state opens their fucking gates
For corrupt money of fascist states

[Not included in the CD book]

Everytime I go to sleep
I lick my tobacco mixed with another weep
I don't wish to share my taste
Trading feelings is a total waste

The taste don't matter
All is dark water
This piece of me
Is my own black tea

Did you ever realize that millions of people
Had to die for Christianity
All those people found their death
Accused of witchcraft. Or charged with heresy
And still they tell that Jesus loves people
But why so many bloodshed of innocent people
And that stupid pope he exploits and deceives people
Why don't they admit that christianity means tyranny

We'll travel across the rainbow and we'll listen to Cheap Trick
Grapes, yogurt and wine, we'll take these on our trip
Bitter sweet fantasy - I wish it became reality
Realise our expectations, those we dream about
We'll taste each others sweetness, touch each others mouth
Bitter sweet fantasy - I wish it became reality
I wish we were two snails, so our journey would last long
Because when we wake up, our moment will be gone
Bitter sweet fantasy - I wish it became reality

Life feels like a chronic death
First feels fine, then real sad
Mani depression, therapist sessions
No need for cure, I must endure

What's the sensation, of a bull-fight show?
For pain and mutilation, sick people wanna go,
Tradition, so they say, paid cruelty to me,
Bloodshed, tears fled, set the bulls free
Razor sharp daggers, stabbed in the bull's neck
Barbarous entertainment, animals on the rack
Arena-sand turn reds, spreading the stench of death,
It's just a sick sensation, kill the bull fighter instead,
But when the bull wins, no-one is gonna clap,
Fair fight, fair price? Still the final end is death,
Bull-fighter received as a hero, accepted, respected,
But just face the truth of this legal animal abuse.

There is an animal with mutilated guts
Caused by vivisection but now escaped and MAD
And this animal it is coming back
To crush all companies which support such acts

Financial crisis, yeah, up my ass
All is stolen by the rich class
Now all of us have to pay
To clean the mess of their capitalist game

[Not included in the CD book]

Hey motherfucker
Swing that axe
Hey motherfucker
Swing it in my back

This world goes too fast
For everyone to adjust
Catch the train or be left behind
This rapid world ain't fucking kind

Hang the chairmen of the board
From their banks, don't believe a word
Covering up their fucking mess
Leaving the rest with fucking less

[Not included in the CD book]

Go fucking nihilist
Smash your values and get pissed
Go fucking nihilist
It's the only way to resist
Dignity, sympathy, morality - up your ass

When suicide is your only choice
Try to leave with a big noise
Join a movement of nazi pricks
And blow them all to fucking bits

I watch them at our gigs
With an A on their backs
The A stands for arrogance
Because respect they surely lack
I watch them at our gigs
With an E on their jacks
The E stands for enemy
And egocentric
Dogmatic values is what they create
Another bullshit thing that I fucking hate
Telling me what I should do,
Telling me what I should not do
Another hardcore-master another punk-guru
Preaching about respect and so-called equality
But they're just creating an elite scene
Would-be gods destroying all the things we've built
Oh yes they're so punk...

Clean cars in the street
Is what we need
Stopped by the oil business greed
Indeed
Profit before ecology
Reality
Stop the polluting oil industry
Necessity

Accept this job, even when your back is fucked, or no income - unjust
Easy to say, for politicians with good pay, for no hard labour - unjust

OSL go to hell!
You're all fucking right wing bastards
Your ideals remind me of the bloody SS
Your ideal society is just a fascist state
You're the kind of dirty people I hate
OSL go to hell!

All the days. Playing games
Stuck to the screen. Trying to win
But in real life. Reality bites
No pause button here. Just one straight