| Song | Grind (Ayria Remix) |
| Artist | Angelspit |
| Album | Black Kingdom Red Kingdom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 bloody fright | |
| I'm a rabid rat in a salary-sacrificed convertible | |
| Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail 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 gonna jam it up your colon | |
| Turn me into a psycho time-bomb in a three-piece | |
| Qu'est-ce que c'est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
| Don't call the help desk, 'cause they've got some big problems | |
| Get up off your knees, God can't save you 'cause she's shopping | |
| You can suck my cock, 'cause I'm tired of sucking yours | |
| Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
| Burn like all the books in the town square | |
| I don’t care | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave 'til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse 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 five AM dump | |
| One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave 'til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave 'til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
| Just another micro-penis in a sports car |
| I' m a nice boy, a nice girlnextdoor 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 bloody fright | |
| I' m a rabid rat in a salarysacrificed convertible | |
| Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail 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 gonna jam it up your colon | |
| Turn me into a psycho timebomb in a threepiece | |
| Qu' estce que c' est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
| Don' t call the help desk, ' cause they' ve got some big problems | |
| Get up off your knees, God can' t save you ' cause she' s shopping | |
| You can suck my cock, ' cause I' m tired of sucking yours | |
| Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
| Burn like all the books in the town square | |
| I don' t care | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
| Just another micropenis in a sports car | |
| Breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes | |
| Light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes | |
| Midnight snack becomes five AM dump | |
| One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
| Just another micropenis in a sports car |
| I' m a nice boy, a nice girlnextdoor 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 bloody fright | |
| I' m a rabid rat in a salarysacrificed convertible | |
| Paint my boss in tar and set him alight | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail 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 gonna jam it up your colon | |
| Turn me into a psycho timebomb in a threepiece | |
| Qu' estce que c' est with a nasty surprise, piss in your coffee | |
| Don' t call the help desk, ' cause they' ve got some big problems | |
| Get up off your knees, God can' t save you ' cause she' s shopping | |
| You can suck my cock, ' cause I' m tired of sucking yours | |
| Ticking boxes, sting you up with your heels clicking | |
| Burn like all the books in the town square | |
| I don' t care | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
| Just another micropenis in a sports car | |
| Breakfast becomes morning tea becomes lunch becomes | |
| Light snack becomes dinner time becomes dessert becomes | |
| Midnight snack becomes five AM dump | |
| One more day wasted, one more day closer to death | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your purpose | |
| Slave ' til you bleed and you are raw to the bone | |
| Grind, head down, tail up, define your status | |
| Slave ' til your wallet is full and your soul is gone | |
| Sheep like you need a slaughterhouse to go to | |
| Just another micropenis in a sports car |