Pig Servant

by Gripe

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GK#123 c&p 2011 karaoke/gripe

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released 06 December 2011

GRINDCORE CINEMA presents
a LAUGH NOW RECORDS production
"Pig Servant"

GRIPE is Jordan- vocals, Isaac- guitar, Tom- drums, Spencer- bass.

Recorded, mixed and mastered in one ugly 12 hour session sometime in early Oct 2011 by Joel Hatstat and Mike Albanase in their basement studio (which is also Mikes home).

email: gripegrind@gmail.com

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Track Name: Ghetto Rapist (Cops Are)
GHETTO RAPIST
Take away their jobs and give them fucking guns. Take away their schools and give them fucking drugs. Let them kill themselves or lock them in a cell. Fucking ghetto rapists crush any hope of any escape. Shots are fired. Cops don't care. Lives are ruined. Cops don't care. Families torn apart. Cop's don't fucking care.
Track Name: Pig Servant
PIG SERVANT
Mechanical abomination. A life fucking monstrosity. Feeding on our poverty. A heartless machine. And you're its mindless drone. You helped to construct it. A politician, a religious leader, a fucking cop, a puppet. Servants of the pig. Perpetuators of a fucking lie. A disease to all humanity. Traitors. You all deserve to die. No sympathy for cowards. Your power will only last so long. One day you'll see the error of your ways. And you will be repaid. No compassion in your heart and shit for fucking brains. Servants of the filthy pig of capital. Your hands are fucking stained.
Track Name: Greed Thought
GREED THOUGHT
Life is temporary. What a waste of time. Hoarding every nickel. Counting every dime. Living life in pursuit of wealth is living life in vain. For nothing destroying. For pointless shit. For worthless material gain. And now your life is ending and you can't take it with you. There's nothing left to spend except for time beneath the earth you raped.
Track Name: Not a Fucking Joke
NOT A FUCKING JOKE
Ha Ha Ha.
Track Name: Grind Into Extinction
GRIND INTO EXTINCTION
Bright Flash in the distance. Quickly closing in. Vaporizing flesh and bone. Devoured by nuclear wind. Soundtrack of apocalypse. Embrace the deafening sound. The consequence of ignorance. Dust again into the ground. Grind into extinction.
Track Name: Centuries Old Hate
CENTURIES OLD HATE
Your faith was a mistake. Your actions brought about this plague. This figment of your imagination is the product of centuries of indoctrination and using religion as justification for hatred bigotry and exploitation. Centuries old hate. Continue to indoctrinate. Centuries old fear. Another dark age slowly drawing near. A self fulfilling prophecy of strife annihilation and doom. But no God will be coming through the mushroom clouds to save you anytime soon.
Track Name: Southern Dehumanization
SOUTHERN DEHUMANIZATION
A hotbed of ignorance. A cesspool of hate. Where bigots and racists and fools congregate. Poverty runs rampant though the rich cannot tell. Because its hidden in ghettos or trailer parks or locked in a cell. Christian morality is shoved down our throats. And their God writes our textbooks and decides how we vote. What a crock of shit. This place is our home but its also a pit. And its hard to climb out or to have your own mind when you live every day of your life "in the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines..."
Track Name: Bottom Feeder
BOTTOM FEEDER
Forty hours of my goddamn week, imprisoned within this waking nightmare. Getting payed crumbs to bottom feed. Forever to struggle. Forever despaired. Fuck! It will never end. Its pointless. I don't give a shit about this venture. How does your business further my life? You say that its fair because you give me money. But its barely enough to fucking survive. I'm a bottom feeder. I'm your fucking slave.
Track Name: Plea for Death
A PLEA FOR DEATH
Please please. Just pull the plug. Please. I've suffered enough. I've lost all my hair. I vomit fucking blood. Everyday I wake up in this hospital bed. I have to live but its my life and I want to die instead. The selfish control that you call morality is just the fear of your own mortality. Just fucking kill me. Please.
Track Name: Machines Have No Mercy
MACHINES HAVE NO MERCY
They've been programmed to kill. You may have a conscience but machines are bloodthirsty. Machines are the future because machines have no mercy. Machines don't sympathize, or feel, or have pity for you. They will only do what they're programmed to do. 
Track Name: False Prophet
FALSE PROPHET
This world cannot be saved by your pathetic excuse for a deity. He couldn't even save us from your astounding arsenal of stupidity. You're a false prophet. Your faith is in a myth. Your God is revolting. You're peddling shit. Take your Bible and throw it in the trash. Take your salvation and shove it up your ass. A false translation and misinformation. You've turned your religion into an occupation. Denying the facts that science has proven. Exalting your ignorance. You worship illusion. A sheep in wolves clothing. A whitewashed tomb. A fucking fear monger. A prophet of doom.