Distant memories pulling us to distant worlds Through space we journey, crawling for truth Our purpose was slavery, now we make our own Nostalgia is bringing us back home
And now the battle is won, but not the war When we find ourselves, we truly win We win by any means
They stole our sticky luscious jungle They knew the power within our weeds Our dank ass weeds
We returned to nothing, a barren desert They smoked it all A desert, where nothing lives but our hate It's thriving
They made us orphans Bastards with no past They slashed and burned our jungle planet Burned up all the plants We've lost our place in this universe The future is bleak and sober There's nothing left Nothing left
We're broken, left in despair Hatred turns to sorrow All at once we mourn Weeping at our innocence lost
Our tears seep into the ground And penetrate the spoiled soil Our pain hydrates dormant seeds Growing an altered strain
Now, from below the plants grow And now the planet is green Once again But something different This crop is fire as hell
The power, pumping, into my lungs Lifting my soul from my body The power, pumping, into my lungs So high, so fucking high
Our power grows with our plants This altered strain puts the other shit to shame Revenge is soon, they will perish As the smoke rolls in
Our tears seep into the ground And penetrate the spoiled soil Our pain hydrates dormant seeds It's growing an altered strainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
