As I stumble down the street in the shadow of the night My eyes scan wildly though the haze in the search of my next piece Find one alone, so innocent, she’ll serve for my delight Chloroform over her mouth, “you’re coming home with me”
I prepare my prized possession quickly as I can Perform a tracheotomy, push into the lungs Take the tools from the garage and drill a small hole into her chest Shove a bowl into her throat and smoke her like a bong
Her blood bubbles as the smoke runs through her veins I inhale the fumes of weed through her remains The stench of bud and flesh overcomes the room Even in death I can still get high with you
Eternally stoned Embalmed in THC I smoke your soul You are one with the weedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
