Experiment in Horticulture - Cannabis Corpse

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, its 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 its 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