Under

by Ground

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Under e.p.
All music and lyrics written by Ground.

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released 26 November 2013

This release was recorded November 22-24 at Nightsky Studios in Waldorf, Maryland. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Ron Vento, assistant technician: Johnnie Kearse; those dudes FUCKING RULE.

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Ground New Jersey

Formed Oct. 2012, Ground is a New Jersey based grindcore/powerviolence band. For more info/booking contact us on facebook or at groundnj@gmail.com

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Track Name: Deceive//Neglect
Masses of deception manipulating state, while we sit around get told what were supposed to hate, blinders get pulled tight over our eyes what difference does it make when bliss subconscious dies, skeet skeet skadat watch it go splat all over your face world hits you with a bat, I know I'm sick I know I'm sick I know I'm sick moral deficit. Chemical castration stick a needle in your cock grabbed too many little boys your semen it will block. NEGLECTED MASSES DECEIVED MASSES TRAUMATIZED MASSES SCUM!!
Track Name: Dyke Spike Domestic Goddess
Wealthy whore, life's a bore, when you're rich, shop for more, all the stores, got deals bitch. Dyke spike goddess die, your life is a lie! Prada and Micheal Kors horns up this fucking whore, handbags accessories, juices her loose pussy. Impulse spender husband lender, dyke spike haircut gender bender. Over sized SUV, teacup cup sized little yorkie, riding copilot on the spending spree. Fuck this fucking soccer mom, useless fucking bitch, the world would be a better place without her fucking in it. Husband's dollars spent on nonsense, live the life of rich, the world would be a better place without you fucking in it GO!! Oblivious moron, shopping out of boredom, must be nice to live that way, desperate fucking housewife, living the good life, every single day. Oblivious moron, shopping out of boredom, must be nice to live that way, desperate fucking housewife, living the good life, DIE!!!
Track Name: Minimal Effort
Force fed logic for the great good, fuck this bullshit I don't care, a good boy goes and does what he should, step right up and pay the fare, minimal effort given, who's choice was this anyway, no one gives a fuck what you say! Used as a pawn in your grand scheme. Swim with fish, you fucking bitch, your ignorance has been my bliss. What made you think you'd come out on top? Kill all! Born in this world, dead to rights, out of mind, out of sight, what made you think you'd put up a fight? Kill all! All!
Track Name: Combat Cocktail (F.U.B.A.R.)
Combat cocktail dispensed, can you taste the rainbow? Post-traumatic stress, medicate unrest, alleviate the symptoms, profit from the death. Pharmaceutical gain, fuck your life and your brain, subject to a mental prion, kill yourselves you're all the same! Combat cocktail dispensed, can you taste the rainbow? Pez-head solider distressed manic brain in limbo. Taking lives, before I die, won't go down without, killing mine, taking lives!
Track Name: No Sympathy
Victimize yourself at all time hoping for a pat on the back. Sack up you twat. Is the constant pity and sorrow what you wanted all along? Sack up you twat
Feeling sorry, I'm not. Get a fucking grip you pussy!
Track Name: Dog Face Skank
Cosmetic surgeons paycheck, redesigned for a hefty dime, sculpted superficial, mocking the human form, skin deep paradigm shift plastic dream under an OR lamp culture condoned construct, foreign flesh the new accepted norm, bastardized versions of human skin stretched latex glove, corrupted a new life, flesh formed by a carving knife, ugh, spineless self rejection, culture skewed perception, fuck you
Track Name: John On the Prowl
John's on the prowl, a night out on the town, pay...GET LAID!! Chlamydia infected, diseased infested cunt, I'd rather pay this deadbeat slut than go out on the fucking hunt
Track Name: This One's About...
NO ONE FUCKING CARES!!
Track Name: Led Astray
Fruitless tradition sustained by hate truth is subverted by
Judgement innate. Masses collide preoccupied with differences holy books contain inside. Burn the books unable to predict hang the crooks mans final edict anxious awaiting one final sign mundane events mark the end times. Doctrine designed with strife in mind anxious to end countless lives entry into paradise. Narrow points of view all are misdirected. When you see through all is disconnected
Track Name: CUNTsumer
Go to college get a job buy a house get in debt have a kid that's a skid but don't forget consciousness devoid celebrities destroyed your image of what a person really is USELESS MONEY SPENT ON FRIVOLOUS BULLSHIT society is based on a fucking race that no one ever wins
Track Name: Thoughtless
Lack of thought causes you to buy into what comes the sweet smell consumer hell subverted brain love your pain ugh
Mind buttfuck just your luck narcissistic enema everything think you are special asshole. Special asshole! Subliminal, lack of thought causes you, wanting control, to buy into what comes the, subliminal, sweet smell consumer hell, wanting control, subverted brain love your pain, subliminal, mind buttfuck just your luck, wanting control, narcissistic enema, subliminal, everything think you are, wanting control, special asshole. Lack of thought causes you to buy into what comes the sweet smell consumer hell subverted brain love your pain
Track Name: Slave To Me
We are the ones, who will take blame
We are the sacred, one's to appease
Weight of the world, buckles our knees
pointless to act, pointless to change
we are the ones who will take the

Fucked morals, petty quarrels
No fucking confidence
Analyzing, subsidizing
weak minded pointless shit


Stripped of your potential
live with your nothingness
slave to the way, others paved
as if it's something blessed

God
Moralized
Slave to me

Prod
paralyzed
Slave to me

Look at where you are when you think you lost your way
All you'll fucking see is that you're a fucking slave to me
questioning your life, ain't no other way
charge it to the game my friend
and put the fucking blame on me

We are the sacred, one's to appease
Weight of the world, buckles our knees
pointless to act, pointless to change
we are the ones who will take the BLAME!

Learn
Listen and learn
'fore you find yourself scathed and burned for good

listen real good, listen and learn
'fore you find yourself scathed and burned for

Good fucking times I thought I had it on lock this time
Then I realized I lost the only thing that's really mine
all mine all mine all not...not mine
lost the only thing that's really mine
Track Name: Supposed To Rot (Nihilist Cover)
(Originally written and preformed by Nihilist/Entombed)

Stubborn old, worthless hag Simply had nothing to give I couldn't stand your eternal nag You didn't deserve to live

So I went to the stove and took a pork knife and stabbed it into your head Buried you in the fruit cellar I was glad 'cause I thought you were dead

But the maggots didn't feast on your body You didn't get moldy as I thought And still I can hear that nag in my head You were supposed to rot

Supposed to Rot

Now she haunts me, day and night A haunting I can't forget The deed was a coldblooded homicide a murder I regret

But still she's the same old hag And still my life has turned the same Isn't there anything to set me free from this wicked pain?

You were supposed to rot.