Hudební kapela Cephalic Carnage vznikla v roce 1992 v Denveru. Její hudební styl láme veškeré hranice tvrdé hudby. Kořeny pochází z Grindu, ale jsou to jen náznaky. Vliv na hudební projev má jazz, stonerock atd.
Píseň: Eradicate Authority
- Interpret:
- Cephalic Carnage
- Album:
- Exploiting Dysfunction
Driving down the freeway About to smoke A tulip of fresh pseudo nugs Reaching for the lighter My taste buds are enticed I'm feeling high Listening to Fleshgrind Watching the idiot in front of me Veer to the left, accelerate Speed traps radars me, Police lights flash Oh shit... they are pulling me over Runs to the car, smells the reefer Pull me out throws me to the ground In his panic, feeds me to his dog Road is hot burning flesh While back-ups destroy the car All for a little bid of weed Dog bite my arm, treat me as a murderer Please let me up the handcuffs are too tight I'm begging you please this is not right These hicks fucking laugh at me You bled to much, you're under arrest for what your done with no contest... Cannibal cop You bastards will pay when I sue you For the tremendous brutality for smoking weed While most people receive citations You punched me in the head, kicked me to the floor, Blackened my eye, bloodied up the nose, for ingesting danga, and broke my arm Said I resisted arrest Nazi pig blessed man gay as hell Prejudice too Taking out frustration or raping unsuspecting men You bite their cocks Glad none of that happened to me Medical attention is at hand Still I'm chained to this hospital bed Then you'll laugh as if this were a joke Throw me in a cell with bloodied up clothes You punched me in the head, beat me in the ribs, Kicked me in the nose 'cause I'm not gay Nazi pig blessed hag, you'll be shot by Christ-fearing men... Eradicate Authority Cops beat nimble, Cops beat quick, Crushing human faces with a nightstick If people like this are sent to patrol the meek Harrassing civilians, terrorizing the streets Only smoked a joint, look at what they did to me Beaten to a pulp Your honor hear my plea, What I speak is the truth Only smoked a joint Honesty of my youth And you'll treat me like shit The justice system is a commodity designed to make money.