My Name is Violence
I Am The
Knife that cuts your fuckin’ throat
I am the bomb that will explode
I am the fire that lights the fuse
I am the power in abuse
I am the riot
That rages in the streets
I am the nails that are
Driven through your hands and feet
Back to the core
As once before
Grindpad welcomes you back
In the fucking face with a baseball bat
My Name is Violence
I am the poison in your vein
I am the voice of the insane
I am the noose around your neck
I am the bullet in your back
I am the riot
That rages in the streets
I am the nails that are
Driven through your hands and feet
My Name is Violence
I am the bullet in your…
Back to the core
As once before
Grindpad welcomes you back
In the fucking face with a baseball bat
We despise
Any compromise
Grindpad welcomes you back
In the fucking face with a baseball bat
Burn the Rapist
Today I woke up
With a very good idea
Went to the gas station
For a tank of gasoline
Matches, rope and a good ol’ baseball bat
Everything I need, to backup what I said
Because I warned your sorry raping ass, that I would
Burn you alive if we ever met again….
So you think you have the right
To violate a girl at sight
Just because in your narrow mind
She ‘looks like a whore’ tonight
Burn the rapist
For everyone to see
Burn the rapist
Soaked in gasoline
Burn the rapist
His body lit
Burn the rapist
He asked for it
So you think you have the right
To violate a girl at sight
You are the lowest piece of trash
I’ll just strike a match and laugh
Burn the rapist
For everyone to see
Burn the rapist
Soaked in gasoline
Burn the rapist
His body lit
Burn the rapist
He asked for it
It is never up to you
How they act or what they do
If they wander drunk at night
That still does not give you ‘the right’
Burn!
May the flames melt your flesh
You raping piece of gutter trash
I hope that Hell is where you’re sent
Just so you will burn again
Burn!
Burn!
You piece of shit
Burn!
You asked for it
Burn!
Your body lit
Burn!
You asked for it
Toxic Terror
1953
A hidden military factory
Doctors in white, guards in black
Preparing for a classified attack
No one really knows what goes on inside
The ones who found out disappeared or died
Dark experiments with toxic gas
Hell on earth puttin’ millions to rest
Barrels filled with God knows what
Satans breath causing tears of blood
Gasses that will eat your flesh
Toxic Terror, certain death
Toxic! Melting your face
Terror! There is no escape
The green clouds of death are burning your lungs
The horror that will kill you slow has just begun
1983
A deserted military factory
Doctors and guards now dust ‘n bones
Windows all broken, walls overgrown
And no one really knows whats still inside
Or whatever caused everyone to die
But down in the cellar, a rusty barrel breaks
The horror starts again, the green gas escapes…
The knife is sharper than ever
Tonight the ritual takes place, heads are gonna burn,
you’re tired of the current trends, just bash a head and feel the rebirth!
Your metal soul will fuse with blood, put all restraints aside,
Embrace your fate, unleash the beast, that pent up violence can’t be denied!
You get hit on with a back swing
Born again to your true self
filth and violence, for living
there’s nothing that can stop us, ever!
the knife is sharper than ever!!!!
Pathetic sorry asses know you won’t survive tonight,
it’s natural law, weed out the weak, get violent or be sacrificed!
Posers, you can’t see it our way, get ready to die,
your time of reckoning is here, prepare to be Grind-pad-ised!!!
You get hit on with a back swing
Born again to your true self
filth and violence, for living
there’s nothing that can stop us, ever!
the knife is sharper than ever!!!!
Elbow on head, cracking of ribs
sublime is the feeling here down in the pit.
Kneed on the face, taste of own blood,
Kick on that eyebrow, engage the onslaught.
Do unto others as they’ve done to you,
spit out some teeth, they’re just one or two.
Thrash like a mad man, your whole body’s sore,
just carry on with the friendly fun war!!!!
Get hit on with a back swing
Born again to your true self
filth and violence, for living
there’s nothing that can stop us, ever!
the knife is sharper than ever!!!!
Justice
Day in, day out. our streets are filled with scum
Doing as they please and nothing can be done
Our leaders look away and just let the people rot
The only thing they fear is that they’re not correct enough
Now it’s time to unify
Stand up – Fight them – Bring back – Justice!
Show no – Mercy – For the – Bastards!
Let your hatred flow…. Justice!
Justice!
Criminals leaving our society blood-soaked
With a spineless government, our penalties a joke
Everyone gets sick of all the politicians’ lies
They only speak tough words after yet another dies
Now it’s time to unify
Stand up – Fight them – Bring back – Justice!
Show no – Mercy – For the – Bastards!
Let your hatred flow…. Justice!
Justice!
Wipe them out
Smoke them out
Hang them from the highest tree
No remorse
No regrets
Going on a killing spree
Gun them down
Burn them down
Until there are none left
Bullet, fire,
Knife or rope
The penalty is death
Revuelta
Revuelta…
Revuelta…
Revuelta…
Revuelta…
Revuelta…
The most dangerous block
Revuelta…
The gates unlock
Revuelta…
Hell opened up
Revuelta…
They’ll never stop
No one knew how or why
The circuits broke, the wires fried
An animalistic roar escaped
Guards burned, women raped
Asegura el cuchillo
Stab your way out
Defiende tu cuello
Make your cell mate scream and shout
Hold on to your knife
Apuñala
Protect your throat
Cuerpos como colador
Muerte a granel
Sangre sabe a hiel
Sobrevivencia
Defiende sin dar tregua
Ataque sin cuartel
La sangre sabe a miel
Sin retroceder
Te teme el mismo Lucifer
River of Souls
No hay escapatoria
Stab friend and foe
Ciegamente y sin memoria
Ríos de sangre
There is no escape
Clava la carne
Blindly and with no regret
Muerte a granel
Sangre sabe a hiel
Sobrevivencia
Defiende sin dar tregua
Ataque sin cuartel
La sangre sabe a miel
No hay vuelta atrás
Te teme el mismo Satanás
Deep red
everywhere to see
Reeking death
Few left to be
Any horror pales upon the
calm this storm has brought.
Blood, Sweat and Pride
Friday night, you’re at some show
Fired up, boozed up, ready to go
Your week just sucked, you gotta let it all out
But this is what it’s all about
Take a deep breath, close your eyes
Take a deep breath, feel alive
March on forward and you never hide
It’s what you are, blood sweat and pride
It starts, pumped up adrenaline
Braveheart style, you dive right in
You thrash and mosh but if you fall
You’re picked up, old-school rules for all
The arena, for the one who dares
Go berserk here, no one cares
Smile at your friend with a swollen eye
It’s what you are, never deny
Take a deep breath, close your eyes
Take a deep breath, feel alive
March on forward and you never hide
It’s what you are, blood sweat and pride
It’s what we are
Never deny
March on now
Blood sweat and pride
It’s what we are
You’d better hide
March on now
Blood sweat and pride
Slam! In the pit, feel alive
Your blood is boiling
The rage, the joy, the adrenaline
Your heart is racing
Dive! off the stage, flying high
The natural ecstasy
This is your crowd!
You all share, your
Blood sweat and Pride!
Mature Love
your Grandfather died
What a shock for all
The family gathers around
After seventeen years
You see your Aunt again
She just arrived to your town
She’s your Mommas
Older sister in law
And your family could drink her blood
But when you see her again
You almost faint then & there
Cause, man! she’s so friggin’ hot!
Wrinkled cleavage
Sun-tanned skin
Dyed black hair
A mind full of sin!
Older than your mother!
Lurking at you!
She wants no other!
She’s gonna rip you in two!
Mature love, mature love, mature love gone wrong
At the day of the funeral
Everyone cries
The crowd is sad, shocked & blue
Except for your Aunt
Who’s licking her lips
And is lustfully winking at you
At the edge of the grave
Your mind goes berserk
Thinking very dirty filthy things
And even that same night
While your family still weeps
You make your Aunties doorbell ring…
Wrinkled cleavage
Sun-tanned skin
Dyed black hair
A mind full of sin!
Older than your mother!
Lurking at you!
She wants no other!
She’s gonna rip you in two!
Mature love, mature love, mature love gone wrong
MK Ultra
1945
In the wake of the war
Bring the perfect minds
From the ashes to our shores
Salvage what we find
Research from the spoils of war
Delve into the mind
The perfect weapon to control
Feed them doses to control them
Erase their memories
Intoxication, manipulation
Destroy the mind with ease
Abuse of substance, denied existence
Under our command
Subjugation, capitulation
Destruction close at hand
No-one will be spared
Test on friends and foes alike
Crippled and impaired
First break down and then employ
The mind is open, identity stolen
Reality breaks down
The world is altered, mind exalted
The madness never ends
Keep going forward
Until your head explodes
Forever wakened
No antidotes
Perceived reality
An imminent attack
No actuality
There is no turning back
The shells have come alive!
Racing forward in a mindless rage
Chasing what they find
Remote location
No-one’s safe
Look at what’s released
A substance that will hunt us all
A secret masterpiece
With the illusion of control
Hide forever!
The truth of what was done
The remnants are buried
But who knows what will come?
Those About to Die
We spurn your whole existence
Abominate all that you are
We loath that which you stand for
Hate your guts with all our heart
Mercy from now is discarded
We will finish what you started
You’ll reap the storm for this means war
To where ever you may crawl
We’ll smoke you out of every hole
We’ll hunt you like the dog you are
We detest the ones that bred you
Curse the womb from which you’re torn
We abhor the ones that fed you
Scorn the day that you were born
We’ll prosecute and execute
Lock and load and cock and shoot
No ways of wrath are too depraved
Our vengeance becomes manifest
Until you’re dead we shall not rest
And we’ll be pissing on your grave!
To those about to die
We despise you
We will be tightening the noose
To those about to die
We’ll neutralize you
We will be lightening the fuse
To those about to die
We’ll brutalize you
We’ll take our time with what we do
To those about to die
We’ll terrorize you
Death may be far too good for you
Woe to your person
And doom to your kin
We are the antidote
To the poison of your being
To those about to die
We’ll euthanize you
Come step into a world of pain
To those about to die
We’re the Grindpad deathsquad
And weapon is our name