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Cannabis Corpse: "The Weeding" – 2009

энциклопедия: Cannabis Corpse

Состав группы:

  • Weedgrinder – вокал
  • Land Phil – бас
  • Hallhammer – ударные
  • Nikropolis – гитара

Cannabis Corpse: "The Weeding" – 2009

Композиции:

  1. Shit Of Pot Seeds
  2. Vaporized
  3. Skull Full Of Bong Hits
  4. Sickening Photosynthesis

Лирика

1. Shit Of Pot Seeds

Too stoned to realize this terrible mistake,
You have swallowed and now it's far too late.
This impulsive fool brought on the wretched stool
Causing only crippling pain, these dreadful seeds remain.
Guts begin to ache, how much more can you take?
As your brain begins to bake, constipation now sets in.

Constipation, intestinal regurgitation,
Rectal prolapse takes effect in all anal annihilation,
Degradation, embarrassing situation,
Marijuana bursting forth, internal germination.
Intestines, swelling, burning, rotting, hurting hell,
Flatulence.
Shit, shit of pot seeds,
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit of pot seeds,
Heinous loss of control, dripping anus, shredded asshole.
Slime of butchered butthole which was torn from the inside out.
Shit of pot seeds.

Piles of seeds, your death they need, ever exiting to grow healthy.
Sick milky spray without delay, explosive brown array.
Frantically clawing your way to a bathroom, your colon is stretching, tearing apart,
Rectum is blownout, a spectacular display of cannabis sativa bowel movement botany.
Seeds are pouring out amidst the blood and greasy feces.
Hitting your brains without a doubt, the only thing solid is Maryjane's grain.

Eternity of filthy feces,
Toilet bowl filled with wretched nug dook.

2. Vaporized

"SSSSmoke the human race!"
Born to burn, pathetic humans live to die,
Buds strike back, these invaders are not so kind.
Sign of the Bud, reduce the humans into blood.
Greens obscene, they arrive to vaporize.
Toked by smoke, defenseless you are vaporized.

Earth attacked, smoking your flesh, to them it's like crack.
Born to burn, pathetic humans live to die,
Buds strike back, these invaders are not so kind.
Drugs of terror, ushering in this tumultuous era,
Greens obscene, they arrive to vaporize,
Toked by smoke, defenseless you are vaporized.
No hope is left, billions smoked dead.

The stoney legion marches on, usurping earthly crowns,
Peace shall not be found again.
Frantic chaos in the streets, battalions of armoured buds,
Disgusting leafy slugs hunting.
For a tasty earthling buzz, cooked by massive bongs,
Captured people led in throngs to burn.
Your new masters' chronic pain, inhaling mankind's lives,
The human race is vaporized.

The human race is vaporized!

Budmonsters build a world of slobbery,
Drunk with power and stoned with hate,
Off humanity these weeds get baked.

Born to burn, pathetic humans live to die,
Buds strike back, tasty bodies built to grind,
Sign of the Bud, reduced into smears of blood,
Greens obscene, they arrive to vaporize.
Toked by smoke, defenseless you are vaporized.
Earth attacked, smoking your flesh, to them it's like crack.
Born to burn, pathetic humans live to die.
Buds strike back, these invaders are not so kind
Drugs of terror, ushering in this tumultuous era,
VAPORIZED!

3. Skull Full Of Bong Hits

Stealing your parents' keys,
Escape found in drug fantasies.
Troubled problem child,
Herbal impulses left unreconciled.

Now it's time to take a drive,
Parents deeply sleeping, in their beds they lie,
Take the car to the edge of town,
Without a sound you sneak out to chief down.
Turning off your lights in the park,
Waiting for your friends to meet, you smoke in the dark.
From beneath the seat you grab the bong and pack the pot.
Yeah, you love weed a lot.

Clockcleaning hits fade in and melt your mind,
Fucking stoned as shit.
Over your music you hear someone else,
Reluctantly look back to check,
Nervousness, paranoid, crippling fright.

Radio interruption, an announcement is to be made:
"Be on the look out! A psychopathic serial killer has just escaped."

Look behind you, there's a psycho,
Disgusting sweaty hands grab your face.
Try to fight it, you're too stoned though,
Slams your frightened face into the glass of the resin-caked bong.
Shoved down your throat and shattered glass.
Skull full of bong hits,
Skull full of bong hits.

Wishing you weren't so useless and stoned – Skull full of bong hits.
Maniacal murder like none you have known – Skull full of bong hits.
The pain is sharp, I should have died but I'm still alive.
He's grinning at me, with rotted yellowing teeth, he fondles my brain.
I can't believe, so helplessly I'm to die a slow brain-death.
If I wasn't so high my life would flash before my eyes.

4. Sickening Photosynthesis

Death at the hands of the cursed marijuana plants,
This rotten Earth on which we toil,
Doomed pot rips forth out from our soil

The green worms were the first to come,
Raised up from deep forbidden dung
The heralds of the Bud, to decompose the dead
Lights out – the clouds arrive, shadows overwhelming all in sight
Endtimes, final weeding starts
Release of spores to pump through hearts of the human damned.
Marijuana has a planet to kill in its sights for sinister overgrowth.
Sickening photosynthesis,

Sickening photosynthesis
Beweeden Earth,
Death at the hands of the vile marijuana plants,
The coming of bud and the ending of life
At the hands of the evil weeds grown in the night.

Botanics, so satanic and merciless
Covering the Earth in jungles of carnivorous growth.
A floral killing spree of mass strangulations,
Even in your death, brutal buds tormenting you.
Governmental panic and religious hysteria,
Overwhelming weed assault.
Sickening photosynthesis

Beweeden Mother Nature, overdose,
Hash to ashes, dust to keep, eradication soon complete,
Dark weeds wage their war feeding off the gore
Survivors hiding in the light,
Fuelled by the moon, it owns the night
Conquerors beyond belief, billions fail beneath the leaf
Victims left to rot then possessed by the pot
World is mutilated
Behold those barren budlands...

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