No Fate
 
What is best for you, is not what’s best for me. 
Learn by your mistakes, but leave mine alone.
No fate but my own, just no fate!

Growing up, growing old, doing what others told, live your life your own way, fuck what other people say,
no fate but what we make.

Fall in love, fall in hate, be what your mind creates, come today, dead tomorrow, life’s too short, so why wait?
No fate but what we make. 

Random events change our lives, don’t forget the better times, there may be pain, there may be crime, this just proves it wasn’t pre-designed. 

Go!

No higher force, no greater plan, no fate, no fate, no fate, no fate but what we make!

No Fate

Honour Killing
 
Seek control, fearless leader, make their lives your own! Honour you every day, shouldn’t there be a return?

You choose to forget wife and daughter, no better than third, fear puts them in their place, any talk back, a fist soon follows.

Demanding respect and love, though you deserve none, You honour kill, to protect a name in blood.

A dark presence within her, she couldn’t control, taking what’s not theirs, how could it get any worse?

It dripped down her leg, the blood ceased to stop, you killed to hide the shame, your own flesh and blood.

Honour killing, honour killing, honour killing
.
There’s no honour in killing, no glory or redemption to be found, 
an act so vile to your own child only deserves the same back.
To feel so empty, to be cast aside, no fault of her own. You honour kill to protect a name in blood
.
Honour killing, honour killing, honour killing.

The day will come when you pass away, your legacy fades, yet the scars remain and the suffering continues.

The lives you’ve destroyed to keep the whispers away.

 Was it worth it for your sake? Was it worth for theirs?

There’s no honour in killing, no glory or redemption to be found.                     .

Seek control, fearless leader, make their lives your own,
honour you every day, shouldn’t there be a return?

You choose to forget wife and daughter, no better than third, fear puts them in their place, any talk back, a fist soon follows.

You honour kill, to protect a name, you honour kill in blood. Honour killing.


Honour Killing

I Believe
 
Fuck it, fight it, luck decides it. Born in rags, born in riches, equals rights go undecided. 
Dissolve the truth behind misguiding, feed us lies so we won’t fight it.
Sick to death or death to sick, scared of truth as it reminds us, vote for the same politician in a different colour.

They plan, they ploy, they eat, they reap, they scurry, they blister, they lie, they cheat, never minding who’s left behind, over paid arseholes, should be doing time.

It’s time we stand our ground, show we’re not so fucking dumbfound. 
Let’s not forget the blood they’ve spilled, try not to forget the people they’ve killed.

Behind every war is the idea of God, or at least some righteous song, holy symbols curse our lands, books are read, written by hand. 
Manipulated by guilty man,
changed to describe their own demands, crimes carried out in his name, seek to avoid carnage all around.

I believe, I believe, for what it’s worth I believe, I believe in retribution, take what’s ours, give what’s due, I believe, I believe, I believe, for what it’s worth, I believe.

Upper classes get more riches, fancy cars and big arse pictures, culture of need or filthy greed, profits for pain, watching the bottom line. Simple solutions could change our lives.
Shelter homeless, lower crime. I do not mean you or I, it’s the guys who own the lands that need to realise. Your time is up, you think you're better, you’ll bleed the same, we’ll make you suffer.
There’ll come a time you’ll need us most, we’ll cast you aside and watch you roast. In times of war, we stand united, we’ll remember your journey, so make the most.
You’ll be judged by the people, don’t be scared, we’ll all play together.

I believe, I believe, for what it’s worth, I believe. I believe in contribution, give what’s due, take what’s ours, I believe, I believe, I believe. For what it’s worth, I believe.

You may not like it, you may not want it, that’s ok cause I believe! That’s ok cause I believe!

I Believe

Black Friday
 
Rise up little lamb before your slaughter, you’ll get in line time and time, consumer corruption takes its toll, grab you by your throat, grab you by your soul.

Screaming pain fills the streets, opening time is upon their feet, gates open, hell is bound, two floors underground.

Consumer corruption, shop till you drop, consumer corruption, shop till you rot.

Ripping apart your fellow human, tearing apart the hallow shell, blood raging through blood soaked t-shirts, run for cover as it spreads fast.

Consumer corruption, shop till you drop, consumer corruption, shop till you rot.

Fall in traps, set by demons, one third off for a better price, someone suffers, someone cries, nothing changes, nothing new.

There will come a time when all draws to an end, the shops are closed, burnt out husks, empty shelves, shutters rolled down.
The disease did its task, it left us wanting for products that no longer seem to please us.

They line the streets, double file, cocked and loaded to end the mess, we needed order, we needed resolve, the plague keeps spreading,

It keeps getting worse, I pick up my gun, I check the scope, I hear the call, ready, aim, fire!

Aim for the head, the heart does nothing, souless monster carries on buying. They flanked to the left, so we went right, it bit my leg, I am to become one.
I could end it now, what’s the point, it’s far too late, The dead have risen! They’ve taken the streets, it’s their town now.

Consumer corruption takes control, consumer corruption takes its toll, consumer corruption takes control, consumer corruption takes its toll.

Consumer corruption takes control, consumer corruption takes its toll.
 

Black Friday

Built Upon The Graves
Built upon the graves a highly opinionated hard-core band.

The four-piece hailing from south London formed in 2009 with voices front man Jon Jon’s, lead guitarist Chris Pennock, base Dan Rossi and drums Vic Rossi.

The 4 piece was the brain child of the guitarist Chris Pennock and drummer Vic Rossi who wanted to create music that influenced them and moulded them today like ignite , propergandie, penniwise etc

The Built upon the graves take inspiration from such political incorrect topics like Honour killing and general frustration with London life which later influenced them to write Black Friday.

The 4 friends have developing a sound that functioned as edgy, punk hard-core with heavy, propulsive rhythms and positive optimistic lyrics.

The band will be making there presents know on the London hard-core sense very soon.



Links:
http://soundcloud.com/built-upon-the-graves
http://www.reverbnation.com/builtuponthegraves

For booking info :
jonjones138@gmail.com
builtuponthegraves@gmail.com