Smashing the doritos bag Munching religiously Dealings from the ones who plant the seeds Of weed Wasting inherent smoke Confronting an inner cough Praising subconsciously the ones who harvest the Seeds of weed How can humans play God when they are all Stoned? Their lack of weed will lead them to an early Grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting sobriety Their rotted corpse refrains when weed replaces life Tearing the vocal chords of prophets that smoke of weed Uncultivated They are the ones growing the seeds of weed How can humans play God when all they are are Stoned? Their lack of weed will lead them to an early Grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting sobriety Their rotted corpse refrains when weed replaces life Fearing their reality they chose a random dealer When all laws would cease and THC would Release Smoking the weak pot they did seek Foretelling demise speaking only stoned lies Smoking the senseless souls of mindless Inhabitants not knowing they are the ones Consuming the seeds of weed Smoking the source of stimulation unnurtured Realization of fools who will always against their Will just end their lives How can humans play God when all they are are Stoned? Their lack of weed will lead them to an early Grave Condemned to live a life of unrelenting sobriety Their rotted corpse refrains when weed replaces life