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Inhale
00:51
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"(Mrs Parker? Can I talk to you for a minute, Miss Parker?)
Told you.
The weed be lettin' you know... evil lurks."
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2. |
Bongwater
01:50
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Another day, another death
You just took your, final breath
Destruction, from down below
The resin of hell has overflown
Hunger pangs, eat your lies
The son of the devil, will now arise
Putrid filth, within your chest
Visions of hell, as you're laid to rest
Hunger pangs, eat your lies
The son of the devil, will now arise
Putrid filth, within your chest
Visions of hell, as you're laid to rest
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3. |
Intoxifaded
01:38
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Drinking on some forty's
We're getting fucked up
Can't hang with us,
Then shut the fuck up
Drinking on some forty's
Sipping on that drank
And we're packing bowls
Of that super fucking dank
Man I'm super faded
And I'm fucking trashed
I don't give a fuck
Cause I had a fucking blast
Intoxifaded,
That's how I'm feeling right now
So fucked up,
I can't make a sound
Intoxifaded,
Yeah I'm drunk as shit
After I go throw up,
Let me get another hit
Intoxifaded,
That's how I'm feeling right now
So fucked up,
I can't make a sound
Intoxifaded,
Man I'm drunk as shit
After I go throw up,
Let me get another hit
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4. |
Stoned And Starving
01:29
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Cannabis possessed,
We're craving human flesh
(We want your bud, we want your life)
We'll feast and consume,
We'll feed until we rest
(We want your blood, we want it tonight)
Blood-lust
No one is safe
You can't stand still
We came to kill
(No one is safe)
Faceless
Existence erased
No humans left
Pray for your death
Asphyxiated by the evil within
The devastation of a species condemned
Masses abandoned, deserted by faith
No escape
"Youre already dead! Youre already dead! You're all fuckin' dead"
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5. |
Up In Smoke
01:43
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(Born to die, exist to expire)
Ignorant bliss, we're fuel to the fire
(Cost of living, debt by design)
No use for eyes, your mind is blind
(Born to die, exist to expire)
Ignorant bliss, we're fuel to the fire
(Cost of living, debt by design)
No use for eyes, your mind is blind
Dead-end job
Cheap success
Working for nothing
and dying for less
Slaves to a hoax,
We go for broke
Means to an end,
Now it's up in smoke
UP... IN... SMOKE
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6. |
Green Plague
02:33
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Taste of the plague
Left for dead
Wasted away
Taste of the plague
Left for dead
Wasted away
Ripped to shreds
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7. |
Hot Carl
01:30
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I never gave a shit about,
Anything you said
Your judgement and your bigotry,
Was always best bet
Now its much too late,
What you reap is what you sow
(Now agony and pain,
Is all you'll ever know)
Your reign of fucking terror,
Is coming to an end
Bottom of the barrel,
But you can't comprehend
You run your fucking mouth,
But you ain't sayin shit
Actions speaking loud,
Your logic contradicts
Hood Rat
(Keep your mouth shut)
Hood Rat
(You got me fucked up)
Hood Rat
Keep your mouth shut
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8. |
Cryptkeeper
03:12
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"This ain't no funeral home!
It ain't the Terror Dome, neither!
Welcome to Hell, motherfuckers!"
Half-dead victims,
Buried alive
Trapped in a tomb,
Corpses rotting inside
Attempted escape,
Will only bring more pain
Your body decays,
While you struggle in vain.
Bloody fists try to break through cement
Life's not worth it,
It feels like youre dead
Life's not worth it,
It feels like youre dead
Half-dead victims,
Buried alive
Trapped in a tomb,
Corpses rotting inside
Attempted escape,
Will only bring more pain
Your body decays,
While you struggle in vain.
Life's not worth it,
It feels like youre dead
Life's not worth it,
It feels like youre dead
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9. |
Exhale
03:57
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"People are of no value. We could make more sometime, if we need them...
Life itself is only a vision… a dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you… are but a thought."
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