I am the weed Blast off into the cosmos Sprawling mass so very cool Doped up spaced out gangster Certainly nobodies fool? I am the weed Burnt tree of heaven Drain your vitality Sinking out from reality I am the joke Told it to you all Parasite on my misery Comatose grey oblivion Slow detailed decay Ghost passing through Weedbonger is stirring Seeping through valleys Deep beneath our feet Verdant rivers tumble Gushing to the beat Disown the world you've always known Now im gone you are devoid Ride the up curve To watch it unfold Annihilated mantis Exit in between Find solace in pain For you can feel again The weedbonger awakens Pull the lever drop me down Burn all that you need Reshape my softened bones Replace shame with steel Voracious stench ed plague In abundance it will grow Where once stood a proud man Now no-one wants to know Down down the weedbonger goes Down down the weedbonger grows But where?nobody knows Always despair Always weedbonger There is chaos Always I am weed I am death

They have to pick at our bones In a weed bucket we ferment Invigorating our red blood to green Slowly we grow My life of moss And only slowly we go In stagnant waters we drown Flowing creeping around our new born bodies, Fresh flesh for the grinder Purpose fulfilled, Nothing was achieved In fragments of burned matter We lay lifeless My life of moss Still and tranquil Eyes always closed Body always at rest We lay lifeless Lifeless Life of moss Still and tranquil Just an etching on the wall Still life of moss Sketches of the world Still life of moss If your dreams are the future I'll live in the past A relic rather than a Watered down derivative An artefact built to last Oil for the cogs Just life as moss Eyes like slivers of rotten meat, Served hot to your door Half eaten leftovers Splattered upon the floor Pitiful demise Bereft of meaning Jagged existence Rank and steaming If your dreams are the future I'll live in the past A relic rather than A watered down derivative An artefact Built to last? Its oil for the cogs Just life as moss You knew the risks I take no blame For your twisted fucking game I mock your weak aesthetic Cut you to the bone The time has come For you my vessel To leave me well alone Inside your dna now A pulsating chromosome Barren half fledged universe You are devoid of moisture Citralised moss clusters My still life of moss Pictures on my world Cascading down around If your dreams are the future I'll live in the past A relic rather than A watered down derivative An artefact built to last Oil for the cogs Just life as moss Still life of moss I sacred vessel Filled with power Embalmed by smoke Spaced out Drop down Mother fucker Bolster thine airways And toke Toke Toke Free but forever broken Lost pure ironic joke Life of moss.

Life dont mean a thing My wife she means nothing This pipe ooh i make it sing But her bong -means everything to me Bongbarian queen you keep me in green Must you treat me so mean? Your putrid nectar keeps me alive Emerald sloth goddess Nodding slowly to the beat Slurring vegan mantras Tendrils triggered in the heat Light that burns you clean Black night of memories I fight but you make me see How your bong will set me free It will set me free Wake I cannot move Bake set the groove I get up super smooth I sit down Fuck high repeat Why bongbarian queen? Jade sloth monster Why must you treat me so mean? Butch dealer You keep me in green Craving more Your juices keep me alive Near reptilian dream Keeping me alive Life is now obscene So very obscene My wife merely a dream Shes only a dream That pipe is toking a scream Toked a scream That bong is only for me Only for me I awake We haven't moved We Bake To regain our senses To get up Reach for the chalice I sit down Grow roots and she knows She fucking knows Her might is of predator Light on her feet Can you be sure? Bulked up Super she Wearing fur A pleasure machine Can not be deterred will not be deterred My pleasure machine

You are the slave In this timeless bliss As you relapsed Apocalypse chamber Where I must dwell Allergic to light Lost in shadow You’ve gone down Into the gaping hole As you grow weaker Worship her you vapour slave Touch the poisoned tentacles Smell her Infected leaves Lost your sanity The lurking urges you will not shed Hand feed your ego lies Until its dead You’ve gone down Into the gaping hole As you grow weaker Worship her you vapour slave Taste the grinded flesh Potent stench in the air You’re reality has faded Isolate tolerate condense Freeze framed mistake The white widows touch Is immense So fkin intense You’ve gone down Into the gaping hole As you grow weaker Worship her you vapour slave Almighty one Seeking your love Now and forever and ever and ever Conceal the rage Be a slave too Rise up Through the fog To Breathe anew Feed the grave Join the others Deep in the cave Worship her my vapour slaves Become her Total numbness no control Enter her pleasure chamber There’s nothing left at the end Toked