An End In and of Itself

by Bastards

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GK#48 c&p 2011 karaoke/bastards

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released 25 June 2011
GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
"An End In and of Itself"

Recorded at Paper Tiger Studios with Bobby.
Mastered at Burning Bridge Studios with Joel Lauver.

Jared Langston- Drums
John Thompson- Guitar
Thomas Owens- Guitar
Joel Archibald- Bass
Sean Vandegrift- Vocals

All music by Bastards.
All Lyrics by Sean Vandegift.

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tags: experimental grindcore

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Track Name: Bong Rips
BONG RIPS
9 to 5 is a fucking joke, I live my life to fucking smoke, only from the finest pipe bong rips!
Track Name: Skull Fragments on The Street
SKULL FRAGMENTS ON THE STREET
Pushing through all this mass, body parts fly right past. Not just one, multiple blasts.
Out of my way!
Authorities been telling us to all remain calm.
But how the fuck do you do that around pipe bombs.
Skull fragments on the street, Yeah.
Through it all I turn back seeing terrified suits, wide eyed and scream "What the fuck do I do?"
Push to the front.
Through it all I turn back seeing terrified suits, wide eyed and screaming "What the fuck do I do?"
Track Name: Question Everything
QUESTION EVERYTHING
Despite the slanders, despite the lies, you seem to follow them with such believing eyes.
I've got a solution for you: Stand up and Fight.
Question everything and find the truth: Stand up and fight.
Don't follow law, do what you want to do: Stand up and fight.
Tear it all back down and start anew: Stand up and fight.
Track Name: Explosive Personality
EXPLOSIVE PERSONALITY
A fucking bomb, strapped to my chest.
I will die for this cause.
Your defense a bulletproof vest.
Push you down hold on tight.
In the end I win.
Track Name: Time Travel is Possible
TIME TRAVEL IS POSSIBLE
Long fucking drive, pack a bowl now lets ride.
I hope this four hour drive in the van seems like one. Someone's rank, this shit is dank, we're all high, its time to fucking grind!
Finally here, lets unload the gear.
We're just in time, we're next, its time to grind!
Grind.
Track Name: Whores 'n' Shit
WHORES 'N' SHIT
Look at the shit you've done , the shit you've caused, no it wasn't you.
Track Name: Dudentaug
DUDENTAUG
There's no fucking way we'll make it.
Kiss the ground.
It's the fucking end.
And what is it we'll do?
Two kids like us, I guess the jokes on me it's just dead. We're just fucked.
What the fuck?
I really can't believe we're all dead.
This must be some kind of joke.
I bet the jokes on me.
We're all fucking dead.
That sounds pretty cool.
Track Name: Hipster Grinder
HIPSTER GRINDER
You have no fucking cause!
Scream all you want, Its all the same, all wasted breath, you are to fucking blame!
Pages and pages of ignorant shit.
There's thousands like you, gathered in herds, such senseless banters, and meaningless words, there's thousands like you, gathered in herds such senseless banters and meaningless words.
Shrieking over whores, can't take any more.
How relevant do you think you are?
Just give up, we've had enough, you've been fucking music up for long enough.
Shrieking over whores.
Track Name: Fucking Riot
FUCKING RIOT
You know you all want this.
Fucking riot in the street.
Track Name: You Know What? Fuck it
YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK IT
Its like a funeral in the day to day.
What the hell would you rather me do?
Take a look around your life.
Explain.
I'd rather tour than rot, make my home a parking lot. Fuck my life if I don't.
Track Name: A Clock Without a Craftsman
A CLOCK WITHOUT A CRAFTSMAN
Contaminated by the words of a clone and the charm of a whore.
It's irrelevant the system is broke.
They'll only force-feed you more.
Its automatic.
Systematic.
Nauseated.
Feared and hated.
Scabbed and sore.
Just propaganda for another war.
This machine will never stop as it grinds its fucking gears.
On their knees the weak will drop.
Can you hear the masses cheer?
It's irrelevant as it grinds its fucking gears.
As they call your name, can you hear the masses cheer?
This machine will never fucking stop.
These campaigns will not stop until we've been infected.
Gathered all up, cleaned and injected.
Fight this fight and tear the monuments down. Exterminate the liars and crush them into the ground.
Track Name: Slayin' Ass
SLAYIN' ASS
Central Ohio grind, in your fucking face.
Track Name: Your Not Entertaining
YOUR NOT ENTERTAINING
What kind of pill will it take to shut you up?
Just what are you waiting for?
You're becoming such a bore.
It's a trap they've set for you.
You're not entertaining anymore.
Track Name: Out of Sight, Out of Time
OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF TIME
Our ignorance has infected us all.
From your TV screen you witness us crawl.
You are not superior.
We will break your doors down and crush your skull.
Track Name: No Seriously, Fuck it
NO SERIOUSLY, FUCK IT
What the fuck?
I'm drunk.
Can't stop coughing, smell the skunk.
How did I get to this bar?
Where's my keys, go start the car.
The kid with the fixed gear won't stop.
Keeps on staring, think he's a cop?
Where'd this come from, who bought this drink?
I'm too fucked up, too hard to think.
If I say I wanna leave, call me out, make sure I drink more!
Drink more.
Track Name: Violent Lives Ending Violently
VIOLENT LIVES ENDING VIOLENTLY
We've been hiding in these buildings for close to a month. The thing keeping us alive, is interest in the hunt.
One shot, one kill, by the time you see the flash you'll be dead.
One shot, one kill I'll be robbing the brains from your fucking head.
Panic.
Terror.
Fully aware.
I'll take my shot, it's the only one I've got.
Just accept it, just accept your fate.
The simple sight of you, makes me fucking irate.
I could never grow tired of this, I can only hope for more.
Track Name: Hiroshima
HIROSHIMA
Guard your eyes, Skies will fall.
Track Name: Nagasaki
NAGASAKI
Blinding Light and melting flesh.
Track Name: Punk Rock Bush Light
PUNK ROCK BUSCH LIGHT
Morbid Creation, Dripping in shit.
Alas, information swallowing shit.
Track Name: Rip Bongs
RIP BONGS
Rip bongs!
Only from the finest pipe.
I live my life to fucking smoke, having a 9 to 5 is a fucking joke.