D.I.Y.F. Lyrics

A tree at 200 km/hour full frontal without seat-belt
A baseball bat, the strongest possible on your nose
To fall down from the 29th stage head first
A Brutal Death CD, it all goes
Direct In Your Face !

A one ton box which falls on your face
A big dynamite stick which explodes between your teeth
The person you who betrays you
A Grind Core gig, it all goes
Direct In Your Face !

Yannick, David, Fred and I, we will
Grind your skull and your soul with love
'Cause you're looking for something, like us
The ultimate violence to have peace in your mind.