Destination Extinction

by Haggus

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1.
Rotting Off 02:46
Wake up dead, I feel like shit Covered in someone else’s piss Another die, I wanna die Can’t remember what I did last night A thousand beers inside my brain Eight hundred lines of cocaine A few pills to numb the pain Rotting off, time to do it all again This is what we call Mincecore Smoke, shoot and snort some more Tupa-tup, then pass the booze When you’re this high it’s hard to lose
2.
Normalizing poverty, normalizing wage slavery Condemnation through inflation… but people aren’t property We’re so fucking selfish, in fear that we’ll die worthless With the existential knowledge that life was pointless Think for yourself and be kind, we are all we have
3.
Just another pawn Stuck in their fucked up system Thought you could think for yourself But it looks like you’re too dumb What’s there left to do? When they do your thinking for you… What’s the point of dressing punk When you never gave a fuck Dress real punk, I think that’s cute High stud count but low IQ
4.
Another worthless victim A cog in a capitalistic system Another fucking statistic You life has no value to them Multinational corporations controlling us all Apps listen to every word, controlling our thoughts Exchange any sense of sentience For the sake of convenience And as another millionaire becomes a billionaire They have one solution to rule us all Their profit, our suffering I’m waiting for the downfall Welcome to neverending slaughter Nothing but a statistic in a system No end in sight for capitalism Because your life has no value to them Will they get what they deserve? When will they get what they deserve?
5.
Tupa tup then tup some more First some grind, then some gore Tupa take my pain away Who needs a brain anyway? Do you love Mincecore? Because I love fucking Mincecore? Tupa tupa in my ears Drugs in brain, cigs in beer Tupa tupa, all I know First go fast, then go slow Do you love Mincecore? Because I love fucking Mincecore Do you love Mincecore? Pogo through the fucking floor Tupa tupa in my sleep Cos tupa tupa tupa’s all I need
6.
Animals are exploited, beaten and used Tortured and killed, turned into food Why are they eaten and turned into shoes? What’s your excuse for animal abuse? Repulsive institution Calves stolen from mothers Slaughterhaus system The whole planet suffers They should be free, like you and me Not in a cage, not on your plate Milk is for babies, but I am a man I’d rather drink beer and eat beans from a can
7.
Bitchmade coward, litigious bitch You don’t contribute shit, you never did The writing’s on the wall I guess you can’t read Spun out in a web of lies Too entitled to see You used to be my dawg But I had to put you down The world’s a better place without you around Shed your skin like the snake that you are Cry when you don’t get your way Expect everyone to give you sympathy Crippled by stupidity
8.
As the hammer drops like the swing of an axe Bloated statistics, sold as facts As the hammer drops, they watch us scatter Convenience served on a silver platter (As the hammer drops) But if you’re not invited to the table, then what does it matter? (Like the swing of an axe) Are you buying what they’re selling? Panic ensues, paranoia swelling But are you buying what they’re selling? As the hammer drops, like the swing of an axe Squalid conditions on a silver platter As the hammer drops, like the swing the of an axe
9.
Prices higher, portions smaller Until zero is the worth of a dollar Broken system, broken country Wages lower, expenses higher Broken system, fuck this country Silver shackles and golden bars Pockets empty and forests charred Corporations steal what is ours While the working class slave and starve Malignant boomers uphold the patriarchy Frozen in time with a false democracy You think they give a fuck about you? They don’t They’ll piss on your grave as your casket’s closed
10.
I look like shit, can never sleep I can’t afford to fix my teeth Broken back, everything hurts All their drugs just make it worse Medical neglect, medical neglect Can’t fix my body, can’t fix my head Grotesque reflection Can’t afford food or rent How could I afford an ambulance? So when your whole body hurts Just shut up and eat some dirt Grotesque reflection Heavy drugs prescribed, free at first Now you’re addicted and things are worse Can’t pay your bills, script won’t re-up U.S. medical industry, fucking corrupt Pay the plug or they’ll fuck you up Pus leaks heavy, sepsis deadly Gruesome medley, torso seeps Meat turns to black jelly, as the maggots eat Awaiting death’s sweet release from Unending suffering caused by forced medical neglect

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Ski masks. Pitch shifters. Debaucherous live shows. This is what you think of when you think of mincecore. And when you think of mincecore, you think of HAGGUS. Wasting no time at all, HAGGUS abruptly conquered the DIY grind and punk scenes quickly becoming the ugly face of an entire sub-genre they call mincecore. With a meticulously crafted blend of crust punk and goregrind, they layer almost-poppy guitar riffs with repulsive, pitch shifted vocals – and there isn’t a band on the planet that can replicate their infectiously brutal sound. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re the first and only grindcore band that will get a guitar lick or vocal melody stuck on repeat in your head while still making you want to shove sharpened pencils in your ear holes and vomit out your spleen. HAGGUS are undoubtedly the kings of the current extreme underground and are here to unleash total domination. So buckle up, wimps. If you’ve never heard of ‘em, you’re about to hear something you’ll never forget.

Destination Extinction is a sonic voyage through the entire history of extreme underground chaotic punk and metal and back. This is mincecore. This is HAGGUS.

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released June 20, 2025

Haggus on this recording is :
Hambone: Strinx, Spew & Decomposition
Mister Brisket: Stranx & Splat
The Slamburglar: Percussive Purulence

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Greg Wilkinson at Earhammer Studios

Cover Art by Lucas Valtenbergs / Rusted Winds


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