Grind

I'm a nice boy a nice girl next door with a weapon

I am not human anymore

I traded my attitude and I traded my spine

placid weak as piss wanna fuck in my car?

start begging or you can scream big shot the choice is yours

office carnage painted in black and fright (I'm a

rabid rat in a salary sacrificed convertable

paint my boss in tar and set him a light

GRIND head down tails up define your purpose

SLAVE til you bleed and you are raw to the bone

GRIND head down tails up define your status

SLAVE til your wallet is full and your soul is gone

I'm satan's secretary I've covered my pen with chilli

I am gunna jam it up your colon

turn me into a psycho time bomb in a 3 piece

kis-cuz-sea with a nasty surprise in piss in your coffee

don't call the help desk 'coz they've got some big problems

get up off your knees God can't save you 'coz she's shopping

you can suck my cock 'coz i'm tired of sucking yours

ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking

burn like a the books in the town square

I don’t care

GRIND head down tails up define your purpose

SLAVE til you bleed and you are raw to the bone

GRIND head down tails up define your status

SLAVE til your wallet is full and your soul is gone

sheep like you need a slaughter house to go to

just another micro-penis in a sports car

breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes

light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes

midnight snack becomes 5 am piss/dump

one more day waisted one more day closer to death

GRIND head down tails up define your purpose

SLAVE til you bleed and you are raw to the bone

GRIND head down tails up define your status

SLAVE til your wallet is full and your soul is gone