The next day never came for the stoners No one would ever hear all their muffled cries As they slept an axe went through two of their necks Leaving one to be the last to die
When he saw the carnage he started screaming As he did they tied him to a nearby tree A dull blade skillfully sliced right through His stomach and ribcage
Medicinal Healing The blood started to spray His life was slipping away
Medicinal Healing By his feet in the mud A bucket was placed to catch the dripping blood
The corpses were dragged in body bags To the killers home a burned out shack This family was deranged. They spent everyday Smoking Marijuana, crystal meth, methamphetamines and crack
Their ugly addiction driving them to kill
The bodies carelessly tossed on the floor Everyone went to work, they'd done this before Their ghastly inbred sons removed limbs to fuel the hydroponic system
A machine used to grind chunks of flesh pulverized body parts that were left It was pumped into the veins of a corpse That belonged to their dead grandfather
He had died from an overdose His dead body was left there in his favorite chair The families weed supply was starting to run short They had reached their last resort
They planted seeds inside the cadaver And within hours it began to work Out of his flesh vines began to grow from the nutrients of the decomposed
Medicinal healing They knew it would stop growing unless the blood started flowing Medicinal healing Missing persons reports kept on coming up short On the kids trying to scoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
