CANNABIS CORPSE LYRICS

1. Visions From The Dank Side

[Instrumental]

2. Lunatic Of Pot's Creation

Schizophrenic psycho
I have lost my mind
I did this to myself
Smoked until retarded, the world I blame
Swelling brain reprogrammed
No choice but to kill
Horrid transformation
Never be the same
Violence, blood spilled

I cannot stop smoking pot
Blazing jibs, toking lids
I cannot stop twisting doobs
Vaping out, busting scuds

Kill the light
I require death to feel alright
Lungs breathe hate
These crimes will mentally masturbate

More gore, more grass
I can't seem to get enough
A horrifying menace to the ones I love
I come to a staggering realization
I've become a lunatic of pot's creation

Hands do things
The bats are stirring in my belfry
Who's the boss?
The monster in the mirror is proof enough I'm crazy

More gore, more grass
I can't seem to get enough
A horrifying menace to the ones I love
I come to a staggering realization
I've become a lunatic of pot's creation

So high, I sharpen my knives
Can you see the look in my eye?
Driven mad by the bong hits I've had
Scapegoat? Just born bad.

Schizophrenic psycho
I have lost my mind
I did this to myself
Smoked until retarded, the world I blame
Swelling brain reprogrammed
No choice but to kill
Horrid transformation
Never be the same
Slaying, murder, slaughter

3. Blame It On Bud

Green oppression, our choices at their discretion
Control obsession, I think it's time we teach these politicians a lesson

No more excuses, we've had enough, we're out for blood
To save your lives you'll legalize
but still you...

Blame it on, blame it on, blame it on bud
Problems seen aren't from weed
Still they will blame it on bud

Crime is intertwined by the scoring of drugs, made to be thugs
They blame it on bud
Lies, a sign of our times, into their minds, decriminalize
or spill their blood

Dropouts, gangs, and teenage births
Depressed losers with no self-worth's
All the things that parents fear
All stem from drugs, TV and beer?
Well I ain't buying that, it gets me pissed
Nay-saying crooks- you're on our list
Until it's taxed, it is quite clear
Loss of profit is all they fear

Its time to gather in line leaving behind protesting signs
Getting our enemies high
Spreading of lies, arise, militarize, attack from all sides
Its coming to an end

Drop guillotines in crimson spurts
Stoners emerge on red alert
Dragged through the streets by toking bangers
Swing from the gallows by hemp-made hangers
Arm yourselves for coup d'etat
Marijuana militia martial law
We won't stop till all of them are dead

4. Chapel Of Bowls

Spiritual guidance, knowldege you seek
A request to receive fulfillment of all your needs
This vast emptiness, devoid of souls
The ceremony shall unfold

The longing, the needing, the feeding
Satiate you hunger, the cosmic answers you are breathing
The haunting, the frightening, obsessing
Through these pipes you will absorb

Deeply the fog released by swinging censers
The chapel of bowls
Evenly immolate herbs you must inhalate ritually
In the Chapel of bowls

Behind dark curtains
Moss-filled sacristy
Precious altar of emerald and echoing screams

The longing, the needing, the feeding
Satiate you hunger, the cosmic answers you are breathing
The haunting, the frightening, obsessing
Through these pipes you can hear

Echoing cantors chant vaporous vespers
The chapel of bowls
Odorous thuribles hearkening knowledge bestowed
In the chapel of bowls

Within dank monstrance
Pot ostensory
Precious altar of emerald and aquamarine
Wosrship the evil of majesties green

Spiritual guidance pipes help achieve
A consuming possession, engorgement upon this weed
Scrying embers cold, secret truths are shown
Master or slave?
In the chapel of bowls

Sit, stand, kneel, pray

5. Dead By Bong

I arrive at the scene
12 mangled bodies
D.O.A.
Looks like a wild party

This is less a house than a raw meat grinder
We'd better call for back up
The pure amount of gore I've never seen before
Excuse me while i vomit
And the pieces of the victims faces
Normally would not phase me
But this is gut-busted mondo mutilation
These dead chunks sure are weighty

I bury my emotions and return myself to work
Studying more closely, things aren't as they appear
Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking
Search among the bits of body any shred of evidence
Devastated livingroom, used rubbers and some beer
Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking

On closer inspection
What clue could fit?
Facial lacerations
Removed lips

Amidst the carnal carnage of this fatal swingers slaughter
A nauseating haze of thick narcotic mist
Astonishingly evident the bong had just been roasting
Overseeing everthing from within it's darkened corner
A lone and smoking bong seems to be our only witness

If I smoke will I learn?
Might as well try
Case closed with one quick burn?
Profiling
Drugs enjoyed before death
Their finall thrill
My lungs solve within breath
Bud beguiled
Inebriated, I unravel this mystery

Dead by bong
Literally dead by bong
Choke my last as I die too

My poisoned body breaks
Head explodes
I was wrong, I fucked up
I'm dead by bong too

6. Immortal Pipes

Thought not to exist
Put them to your lips
And I can share my gift
Here, Immortal pipes
Hit them if you like
But I name my own price

Immortal Pipes
Getting stoned tonight
Immortal Pipes
Promise you eternal life

Please now just a taste
And if you will make haste
Others I must tempt
These ensorcelled pipes
Smouke up if you like
Your fortune and my share

Immortal Pipes
Symbol of narcotic might
Immortal Pipes
Promise you eternal life

Wicked temptation towards inhalation
Thirst for immortality, spiritually impiety
The bowl has been passed, you cannot turn back
Chained to me beneath my feet, now on the soul I shall feed

Possessed frame of man I am now
Emptiness is all I hold now

Deadened reddened eyes
All-time highest high
My bitch to command
Ancient sordid pipes
Visit you some night
If you try you will fry

Immortal Pipes
Symbol of narcotic might
Immortal Pipes
IMMORTAL PIPES

7. Where The Kind Lives

Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime glowing light
They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they instruct
They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and soon submit
Take me away

Kind bud kind of makes me cough
In vapor trails of pot exhaust
Kind bud space craft lifting off

Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights whiz by me
Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic pace
Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no doubt
Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land

Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal leafed curls
Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp civilization
Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in carnivourous flowers
My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant extraterrestrial weed

Kind Bud
Space Bong

Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where they creep, cruelty
Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where the Kind live

Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my death seems averted
Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it's where I am headed that I

should be fearing
Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand what awaits
A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen to scientifically rape

8. Sworn To The Bag

Sincere devotion, I consecrate my loyalty
Replete devotion, I understand my purpose now

Permitting smoke to enter in
Intense sensation, crawling skin
Strength conferred as my reward
A surge of strength as I'm reborn

Sworn to the Bag
Container of my conscientiousness
Sworn to the Bag
A splendid sack my source of ruthlessness
Sworn to the Bag
My opposition finds unscrupulous
Sworn to the Bag
Your christian god I think is ludicrous
Sworn to the Bag
I am sworn to the Bag

Imbibe the fumes, unlock the chronic's might
The high resumes, for the Bag I burn, to the death I'll fight

The chains are broken, unrestricted, finally free
This strain evoken, operate omniscient weed

Permitting smoke to ender in
Intense sensation, crawling skin
Ambrosial piety, a test
Endochronic in excess

Sworn to the Bag
I'm not a wimp, I am a banger
Sworn to the Bag
It's not a crutch, it's my hammer
Sworn to the Bag
All other gots are meaningless
Sworn to the Bag
Yours on the cross I find ridiculous
Sworn to the Bag
The only golden calf that's worth it
Fuck it

9. Blaze Of Torment

There is something nasty pounding in my chest
Somethings wrong, Heart is racing, feeling awfully tense
Surprisingly my teeth are ripping through my tongue
Fast and sharp, a flame ingnited in my lungs
Am I just high? It's not just imagination
I'm burning alive!

Blaze of Torment

Excruciating terror, unable to stand
Smoke from all orifices, scream but I can't
Boils surface, excruciating damage
Boiling guts, now I am toast

Help! Do anything you can
Enduring a spontaneous combustion, man
Smoldering suicidde

Blaze Of Torment

Helpless I fry

Help! Do anything you can
Enduring a spontaneous combustion, man
Smoldering suicide

Blaze of Torment

10. Gateways To Inhalation

Poured out from the tube of resinated comes
A blackness, a vision, annihilation
Utilize augury in these last uncertain days
Apperceiving intoxicant, inhaling is the only way

Deep gaping hole in my mind has expanded
Mind is blank, no more thoughts, stupefacient
Spellworthy vestige terrifying shapeless void
Dope encircled passageway

Gateways to Inhalation

Fierce psychic trauma wringing out cerebral sponge
The neurotransmitters are getting stronger
Penetrative power-premonition sees through me
Sees through me

All-consuming swelling pains threaten what exists
Total mental meltdown mount to resist

Titillated, brain activated
Somehow knowing, drugs are flowing

Reawakened enlightenment, reason I have found
Panoplanar vegetable, boundless voids surrounds

Extrasensory expansion hits
Barely grasping
At the end of your wits

Evil visions taunting you, they beckon, "come inside"
Portal summoned forth now from a bloodshot third eye

Stoned again, lost within, what a ride
Lost somewhere in time

Gateways to Inhalation

11. Slave To The Chron

How many hours of my life
Have been spent hitting the pipe?
Blackened tar that's within me
I should scrape my lungs for all the THC

Loss of brain cells
Short attention span
Self control is gone

But I...
I'm a slave to the Chron
No point to fight back, the weed has won
I'm a slave to the Chron
Resistance is futile I've know all along

With every toke inhaled I crawl closer to the grave
I live in fear the police will take my pot away
War and death are everywhere, life's become a joke
So why not take this stress away within this cloud of smoke?

So many hours of my life
Have been spent hitting the pipe
Blackened tar that's within me
I should scrape my lungs for all the THC

But I...
I'm a slave to the Chron
Tight green grip grown of the earth is strong
I'm a slave to the Chron
20% of the earth can't be wrong
Slaves to the Chron

Stirring restlessness inside of me
Addiction to quell, unreal agony
It's in my blood and it's in my skull
Without my nuggets the world just seems dull
Dull!

Slave to the Chron

How many hours of my life
Have been spent hitting the pipe?
Blackened tar that's within me
I should scrape my lungs for all the THC

12. Beneath Grow Lights Thou Shalt Rise

Beneath the ground
Lie the labs of men who
Who do play god
Hidden leaders
Chosen for their loyalty
Horrors grown from weed

Beneath the grow lights thou shall rise

Marijuana users abducted more frequently now
Habitual and recreative alike
Ignored like losers, no shred of evidence found
Media black-out, none to put up a fight

Beneath the grow lights thou shall rise
Rise

The men that I see, coldly looking at me

Above, gamma beams glowing with their toxic radiation
Below, foulness of experimental stem-cells and shit
Panic, your veins pumping with a green and sticky fluid
Terror, transforming, arise a budding creature
Who or What have you become?

Horrific sight beneath their eyes

Beneath grow lights though shall rise







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