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.