Slave to the Chron - Cannabis Corpse

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