Life longing for meaning In a grueling world of torment Slavery for petty cash Work to buy your next weed stash
But on those days when you cant afford And you've got nothing in your horde The group will gather around the flame Ask me to join, I can't refrain
Trying to escape To elevate above the sound Herb in the iron maiden Ready to be ground
One by one the bowl is passed When you suddenly realize You're dead fucking last
Grab the sacrament, grab the torch Burn the plant already scorched Trapping your soul from flight Like the final coffin nail Devastate your taste buds For the green is Charred and staleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
