Walking alone among the resting dead Stalking those below for a tool to use this night The smoke of souls rotten graveyard stench The smoking of souls a hesher has his revenge Open the lid of the coffin With a blade hack off the head I'm sure that he won't mind a bit Because he's already dead Make sure no one sees you Lurking around in the night A fresh skull in your hands I'm sure it would be such a sight Rotten decapitation smokeable Autopsy leaving the limbs now Stealing the skull Its gaze drives you to paranoia Left to shake aghast with tremors You cannot help yourself I will fill you this night I will smoke you You have been smoked I take your face to my workshop A metal tube atop your head I fix a sharpened glass slide Into your mung filled eye Pack bud inside the rancid bowl And toast up my first bit inside you Obsession with smoking the dead Now have become a slave Addiction has taken its grip More weed is what you crave Inside the heads of your victims Smoking device is born Eyes rolling back into the head Homicidal murder storm Now you have been smokedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
