Blasting drums and piercing screams
Fuzzed out bass, guitars unclean
Crushing noise destroys my ears
Still best after all these years
I'm a man of simple needs
Just constant grind and booze and weed

Moment that the blast kicks in
Faces split with stupid grins
Grind in the mind
Even when I go to sleep
In my dreams I hear a blastbeat
Sitting at home or in the street
Tapping on tables, double kick feet

In my headphones or on tape
Stereo, or a show
No escape
Searching distros or online
Make each new release be mine
Grind in the mind