Blasting drums and piercing screams
Fuzzed out bass, guitars unclean
Crushing noise destroys my ears
Still best after all these years.
I’m a man of simple needs
Just constant grind and booze and weed
Moment that the blast kicks in
Faces split with stupid grins.
Grind in the mind
Even when I go to sleep
In my dreams I hear a blastbeat
Sitting at home or in the street
Tapping on tables, double kick feet.
In my headphones or on tape
Stereo, or a show
No escape
Searching distros or online
Make each new release be mine.
Grind in the mind