Let the music hit you, Pinch you at your spine Make you down onto your knees I guess that won't be crime. We barely get into your trend We thrash you down and get our stand. A hard punch onto your face Thrash is law thrash is grace. Call us evil grinder Grinding over real Call us evil grinder Blasting bolt from steel. Fuck your swing and fuck your trend Thrashing madness has no end. Turn your face towards the sun Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. Total chaos everywhere Constant motion turns to blur. Constant pounding to your ears Fuck your vision and fuck the fear.