Ass-End Offend

LYRICS

UNCHECKED AGGRESSION (EP 2005)

ON THE UPSWING do you ever get the feeling that everything’s falling down? the good thoughts that you once had now torment all of the passions that were so clearly evident but so fucking hard to achieve. remember that getting hit only hurts when you don’t hit them back, only to leave fragments of... muscles that flared to pressure to organs that recycled poison to flawless faces that wore frowns to minds left wide open to the voices that screamed until silent. your life dulls when you become predictable... pull out your hair no more. smile through bullshit no more. reduction of life no more, cause there’s no need to please, there’s no need to appease just to disagree, disagree, disagree...

YOUR AMERICAN DREAM IS OUR NIGHTMARE third world labor squandered, spread the habit, they suffer while you shop. capital protection military on self-destruct mode since birth; war defines your faux security. this habitual spectacle is genocide of free thought and open mind; drag the masses into profit war. spreading the disease of commodity addiction, the consumer is no longer innocent. spreading the disease of commodity addiction, death by social class scaled competition. third world labour squandered, spread the habit, they suffer while you shop; your american dream is our nightmare! act surprised at foreign hatred, the local proles hate you just the same! your american dream is our nightmare! we’re not in grade school anymore, it’s time to stop playing ‘follow the leader’! your american dream is our nightmare!

END RESULT what's it gonna take for you to see the end result? what's it gonna take to make you stop killing your friends? we've got enough problems as it is, you hand out misery to anyone who'll take a taste. robbing all your friends blind, you don't mind ruining their lives because yours is already such a waste! what's it gonna take for you to see the end result? maybe soon you'll o.d. and everyone will finally wake the fuck up.

YUPPIES: THE OTHER WHITE MEAT it’s time for the impoverished to enjoy the new reformist feast. politicians and yuppies: the other white meat! another government aid program cut to pieces by corporate lapdogs. our children have outdated books while privilege is wasted on trust-fund snobs. it’s time for the impoverished to enjoy the new reformist feast. republican yuppies: the other white meat!

GET OVER IT ALREADY fear of sexuality, fear of defiance of a hetero-majority. condemn those who have emotions so intrinsically human, standardization since birth. love is just this... a man can be with a man. love is just this... a woman can be with a woman. terrorism on what relationships can be - a moral condemnation. civil liberties being fought for when there really shouldn’t be any war. there should be nothing to explain because we’re pure with desires and i don’t care who you sleep with, nor should you care for me.

CHARACTER ASSASSINS (LP/CD 2004)

BEHIND BLINDS at the end of the road marked off with yellow tape another problem targeted suspicion produced facts the locals left to wonder peaking through split blinds suspicion produced facts all secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed. graphic imaginations are unraveling the news the stirring gossip pursues. what is it you hide? untampered and well concealed phony smiles bury the threat of an anonymous tip from the neighborhood watch peaking through split blinds suspicion produced facts all secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed …secrets are revealed.

OVERCOME rising above everything that has kept you down don’t for a minute believe that you are stuck in this town. hitting rock bottom and losing self belief, you can overcome ‘cause the ones who bitch are the ones who chose to be dumb. don’t let the dirt hold you in your hole.

INGESTION pry and pry on fears condone how they feel the footsteps they made were never made for you devotion to a tradition that has been rearranged and rewrote again and again. nestle in and warm yourself recondition all thought to relax the words continue to claim the hearts and souls of those who lay face down in shit only to dream of one day being saved face down in shit only to dream of one day being saved.

BAD CREDIT such a fetish, this saccharine society oh, it’s so sensational it’s fucking unescapable. cook up your propaganda set it on the table. we dig our graves, so tasty and gullable. entrapped in corporate cages, piss on these fucking wages! forced into a plotted debt. bad credit - life’s too short to be a capitalist. bomb a collection agency for a better tomorrow! such a fetish, this saccharine monopoly. oh, it’s so sensational it’s redundant and predictable. cook up your budget plan, set it on the table. we carve our gravestones, so tasty and insatiable. i'm not gonna live this way. we’re taking what’s ours. we're not gonna fucking pay. i got bad credit, bankrupt for fucking life!

TRANSMITTING A REACTION eradicate, educate really no sense to complicate an existence that’s only one foot deep to eat, drink, and sleep. you courageously interrupted me but there’s no necessity in obsessity we all want more so take a swing and gouge the scene. learn and inspire burn out then retire deconstruct everything learn and inspire burn out then retire our motives have since rolled adrift.

FILL THE VOID another masterpiece hidden in shadow top shelf suspended above a flood of dust just waiting… waiting to be retrieved waiting to be saved purpose wasn’t served during it’s time now in a graveyard left behind top shelf suspended above a flood of dust just waiting… waiting to be retrieved waiting to be saved a wealth of work and inspiration subdued to a nest. the works that were overlooked are replaced with the works that are undercooked. thrown together, thrown together to fill the void.

BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION we have become our destruction there is no love or affection only loss, sense of confusion fuck this world, i’m done. the wall in your head between you and me contains only fantasy the words that are said both dripping and cold are not in honesty it won’t be long now it won’t be long now until we become what we’ve destroyed.

PERMANENT SICK LEAVE dark skies loom overhead a chattered will struggles but the blood still pumps through a thinning attention. another bell, another chime hands covered in grime you’ve got it all and i’ve got the luxury to serve. …how nice it’ll be when i never ever work again.

PRODUCTION RATS we’re hand crafting a fortune that will keep us coming back for more but the health benefits will compensate for the poor the poor wage the poor spectacle. intricate devices to handle with care multi million dollar corporations with none to fucking spare. hush, hush, no talk of revolt!

SPOILED VISION completely from contempt a mere thought, a mere life no room for satisfaction …eyes sunk in regression unfolds to another day scabs picked by dull nails another mend to be made …spoiled vision permanently fixated on the fucking past incoherent as the …future rolls up a dirty fatigued mind no smiles and no release from the loss of character a bright future to look to?

SKATEBOARDING IS NOT A SPORT skateboarding is a crime, we are the criminals. we ride weapons of property destruction. this is no social clique, it's about thrashing shit! property is theft so we give their curbs purpose. skateboarding is not a sport, Deadbolts™ crack skulls better than Krux™. this is not a fuckin' sport! this new form of exploitation is hopeless. jocks: rollerblade back to your football field with your washed up style, watered down politics. and whatever happened to thrashing shit?!

FOR THE MOMENT together we tried to find excitement in routine we knew who was in charge but were never really pressured and through every slurred breath we just existed and through all of the frantic paces we existed. we did what we could when we could and always knew it wasn’t as much as we should but we never jumped through any hoops and we never bent over backwards the rewards (financially) could’ve been fantastic but we lived in moments for the moments. few worries come from living cheaply and thinking deeply starry eyes never chasing anything but rather letting everything unfold while just existing morals sought after? to co-exist? i shudder to think.

UNRELEASED TRACK (this track only appears on the "EP Discography" CD-R/ Cassette)

SECOND HAND the t.v. says i’m hungry, tells me what to eat. the preacher says i’m empty, tells me what to believe. both try to create a need that wasn’t there before. a brain to think, a heart that beats, why do i need more? fuck you, this blood isn’t yours to bleed. fuck you, this breath isn’t your to breathe. fuck you, this soul isn’t yours to save. i can find my own way to the grave. confused shallow minds lead complicated lives with a hunger for substance never satisfied. devise a million cunning ways to waste your time with a president, god , or cause to hide behind. because you’re second hand and you don’t understand that when you take a stand you stand alone.

WELCOME TO MONTANA...COME DIE WITH US (COMPILATION CD/'ZINE 2004)

LOST as i turn around there are no familiar faces gawking through all the haze, eye to eye with mystery, unknown structures stand fixated... now i’m lost. endless one-ways, bridges that cross the streams that lead to nowhere, new titles for land. so i open my mouth, just hoping that i will be heard through all of this haze. my friends are nowhere around, and i hope not to be found.

DISABLING CONVICTION some things in life are just no more than a shitty excuse to tuck your fucking tail between your legs while you’re still dreaming of unreachable goals and the true disaster is hiding all your motivation underneath a mask of sorrow that was only brought on by your...that was only brought on by your lack of...by your own lack of imagination, by your own lack of inspiration, disabling all unknown directions, disabling all convictions.

OVERCOME rising above everything that has kept you down, don't for a minute believe that you are stuck in this town. hitting rock bottom and losing self belief, you can overcome, 'cause the ones who bitch are the ones who chose to be dumb. don't let the dirt hold you in your hole.

HITS OMNIBUS (COMPILATION CD 2004 WÄNTAGE USA RECORDS)

CROSS THE FENCE shit for brains so shit is all you say. you only see in black and white and think in shades of grey, hopelessly dependent on your pointless point of view, you’re way too fuckn’ stupid to see that we’re already screwed. cross the fence, the barbs are not too fuckin’ dull, another form of mental control, harmony is dysfunctional in a shattered mind and you’ll find that no one can help what you hide.

WELCOME TO THE DISCOMFORT ZONE (EP 2003)

PRODUCTION RATS we're hand crafting a fortune that will keep us coming back for more, but the health benefits will compensate for the poor - the poor wage, the poor spectacle. intricate devices to handle with care, multi-million dollar corporations with none to fucking spare. hush, hush, no talk of revolt!

GUILT FREE live beyond expectation, derive your own direction, guilt free for once, guilt free for once. i’m going to get away from life’s monotony. i’m going to break away from from stress and misery.

WELCOME TO THE DISCOMFORT ZONE wander about without the rush, there are no sounds at all, not a single howdy is exchanged. another mile at a 6% grade, a mind full of tales of misfortune backed by a man made pristine array, designed to its finest detail to capture and to reel in. still silent because actions speak louder than words. pacing myself steadily another mile at a 6% grade, a mind full of tales of misfortune backed a dirty smirk is all that remains, frowned upon yet again, no dependence on the luxury of your own words. exploitation - eye contact is made. exploitation - welcome to the discomfort zone.

MY IMPERIALIST HARD-ON IS BIGGER THAN YOURS (SPLIT EP WITH THE ANTI DIFRANCOS, 2002)

ROTTING ALIVE you leave burned up husks of human beings like an empty wrapper cast into the gutter. the only thing that’s trickling down is the blood in between the cracks in the sidewalk. eyes glazed over to avoid the hurt, made dull and stupid by a life of comfort. your pleasure causes pain, the end result of personal gain, and to you it’s a game, the victims have no names.

BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION (EP 2001)

THE GRIND still i lie awake, total restlessness. my mind keeps swelling up delirious creations. the dark is fading and i’m left, i’m left unsatisfied. the sun comes out and i’m afraid, i’m afraid to go outside, another sleepless day to look forward to. i’ve got nothing to do.

STILL TRICKLING as long as you’re alive you’d better breathe in deep. don’t place too much value on the feelings that you keep. like the rock in your shoe, the chip on your shoulder, your life consumed and empty is making you colder.

FINGERPRINT your fingerprint -a smudge on the glass, holds your identity, so precious, so unique, but it’s nothing more than a stain of grease, a trace of residue left behind, unseen, then wiped away by the next passing slug. a piece of dust swept underneath a concrete rug. so eager to clear a space just to leave your meaningless mark. why do you continue to fuck up? why don’t you just give up?

BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION we have become our destruction. there is no love or affection. only loss, sense of confusion. fuck this world, i'm done. the wall in your head between you and me contains only fantasy. the words that are said both dripping and cold are not in honesty. it won't be long now, it won't be long now until we become what we've destroyed.

All songs by ass-end offend. ROTTING ALIVE, CROSS THE FENCE, FINGERPRINT, BECOMING OUR DESTRUCTION by ass-end offend and Matt Lawlor.