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Kishore Kumar Hits — Cannabis Corpse - Experiment in Horticulture текст песни

Исполнитель: Cannabis Corpse

альбом: Tube of the Resinated

Waiting in the woods, our perfect victims await us
Not knowing and relaxed, their blood will run cold with the bud seed
With pruning shears drawn, we stalk without emotion
To see the fear in their eyes, and yet to know not of their true worth
Chop up the hippies, boil the blood and leave no parts behind
Offer the flesh unto our master, on the altar the plant demands a sacrifice
Sacrifice, of blood and gore, to fertilize the seed inside
With candles lit in little time the vine begins to grow
Above the blood-soaked weaklings, it's arms are spread apart
Leaves all unfolding, proud and mighty plant
Our avatar grows skyward, upward and out through the ceiling
Grabs onto the power lines, it shows it's face
It kills for weed to smoke, bud blood-soaked, it leaves no stoners stoked
To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice
Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast
Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon is left to feed
To make it strong, most weedy one, devouring grass, the plant demands a sacrifice
Without thought, heads left to rot, bud-monster red-eyed beast
Enjoys the gore, always craving more, minion of Satan, the demon we have freed
Massive growth

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