1. Chronolith

Stoned, as stoned as the builders of this bud-bastion must have been
High, so high, so high, high above the summit circled calmly be green clouds
Smoke, the smoke is drawn forth from the buds of inner earth
Deep, deep beneath the core burn their coals, primordial nugs
Be not afraid, such sticky plants
Thought extinct, these buds allwarmly pulse with subtle life
Ascend the winding steps, ancient monument
Built by old gods, here as a symbol of their mastery
Do not fear, forbidden plants
Seen as divine, these buds all swell to the tune of the Chronolith
Climb, you can climb to the top, you're so high you may prefer to jump and die
Freak, freak the fuck out as the earth begins to shake
The earth slowly shakes
Smoke billows forth from the Chronolith, calling forth the end of your universe
Dark clouds, pummeling blackness, its stench comes thick into the night air
Fear not these clouds they do not maim
But beware, these potent herbs excite the brain

2. Mummified In Bong Water

The skies grew black in Richmond
The clouds came suddenly, in thunderous wakes the herald of slaughter
An oblong hole a mile long
A portal to nowhere? Or perhaps a portal to putrescent party-foul

Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for their lives
Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss
Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating open-eyed
Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss

Bongwaterlogged corpses floating
Twisted dead faces are bloating
Gross
Senselessly submerged
Sick
Mummies reemerge

Contaminated mass of murdered funky-smelling zombies murmur
Objections to their new form
And other bodies bob above the lurid sea of gruesome gore
Victims of resin storms
Shuddersome, the mutants come in droves they swim through weed-like scum
Fluids used to transform
Flesh turned green like some bad dream, aquatic beasts and fearsome fiends

Water spills forth, billions of tons, out from the sky, people running for their lives
Drowning in fear, sickening stench, unable to breathe bong water, beer, and piss
Water spills forth, gajillions of tons, out from the sky, dead bodies floating open-eyed
As mutants some survive, even then not alive
Human life to deprive, liquids are pushed inside
Mummified in bong water

3. Disposal Of The Baggy

A fake bag of grasses what you've gone and sold "Legal Herbs" mixed with under-couch discovered mold
Mail-order crap, we could tell it right away
But the mold has made us murderous and now you'll have to...
Pay for it, bet on that
Scream for it, eat my shit
Our cash as well as your stash
After the beating we rip you limb from limb
Limb from limb, seed and stem, shitty friend weed
I'm sure you've made worse mistakes in your life
Try and tell that to this rusty axe and butcher's knife
Come to your house and strap you into bed
Hideous torture, you'll be begging for your death
Squirm in disgust, scream if you must
Hope for you is lost, and all at what cost?
Cut out the tongue, spiked bat is swung
Groin has been smashed, mouth and cheeks have been slashed
Rip the jaws, pack fake pot into the mouth, then light it up
Hold him down, smoke it now, getting stoned? I think so
Smoke the weed out of the living head
Brain resin shall leave you undead
Torturous justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy
Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets
Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy
Violent maimed, now dead, he took a 1/4 pound of that fake shit to the head
Justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy
Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets
Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy
Violently mained, now dead, he took a 1/4 pound of that fake shit to the head

4. Every Bud Smoken

"Just one hit" at the first is what they told me,
Here it is only 2 days later, now behold me.
I have been changed so that I see the world
Through eyes that are green. Supreme obsession, weed
Has made me a fiend.
My pot addiction cannot be broken,
Every bud I see now must be smoken.
I have changed so that I see the world,
Through eyes that are green. Supreme obsession, weed
Has made me a fiend. I've smoken away
the last of my free will. Needing weed has driven me to kill,
Beating up the wussies, Beating up the pussies.
I take the weed out from their clutches, out from the hands of the weak.
Then I roll the deed into a box of dutches, stoned satisfaction.
Every bud smoken, these cravings are enslaving me, weed frenzied reality, Every bud smoken.
The drugs of other are best, now I need some more, you're bag is next!
I need a new supply, I've ravaged everyone I know gets high, I smell you're weed.
You hear me cry, now there's bigger fish to fry.
(Weed hungry growls and screams)
Every bud smoken.
I'll give it one last hooray with aggression that is raw.
There is that mustached cop that I saw!
My thirst has been unleashed, time to feast.
On the pot at the station of police!

5. Sentenced To Burn One

If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himself
Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
Kept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalization
Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes
Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names

Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot
Dragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rot
Whatever punishment the judge decides
There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives
His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak
A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak

I'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn one
Now it's high-time you've learned, son

You're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking
Poisonous strain provoking
Circulatory system is seething
And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing
This sentence takes on new meaning
Execution witnessed, family's grieving
Judiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heaving

Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world
Now you have been targeted by policies absurd
Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern
They're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserve

Fooled to the end, no one knows once again
To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant
Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC
Revolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsing
Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying
Because they can, there's no way to fight the man
New world order type of plan
Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implying

6. Addicted To Hash In A Tin

Into the wilderness, I found myself powerless
At the hands of this antiquated artifact, thought obsolete
I had uncovered it, container of obscurity
Archaeological findings, increased heartbeat
I chose not to speak of it, hid it away in my toolkit
A simple tin containing petrified hash
It took my breath away, inexplicable mental sway
Soon my affection would grow unabashed

I must protect you at all cost
None comprehend, hash in a tin, my best friend

Addicted to hash in a tin, prepare to commit the ultimate sin
Murder for the false god before you

I'll murder for you, hash in a tin, master
You have no choice
I hear the tin's laughter
Waiting until the rest go to sleep
I sharpen my shovel to kill in deceit
Go to sleep
Unleash my bud-thirsty devotion

Decapitate excavation team in sleeping state
A brutal weapon as it is, this shovel sure is killing great
The blood, it splatters on my face, all their lives I must erase
Kill for me
Yes indeed
Make them bleed
As you command me

Bodies mangled, torn apart
Teeth removed for no one to know
Dig them graves or leave them to burn
A taste of hash I think that I've earned
It's about time you reward your humble slave
No! I'm not to be passed around
I don't want to sell you, I just want to smoke you
You can't do this to me
Let me hit that shit

Now I realize what has happened here
That hash, it didn't talk to me
I'm just a pothead archaeologist
With a homicidal urge to chill

7. Fucked With Northern Lights

Beneath the summer skies I gaze upon the passing of the sun, the daylight dies
Remote this wilderness, I pack myself a monster of a bowl behind the veil of mist

Vacation here in Canada, I came to see the northern lights and I came here for the buds
To pass this time in solitude, and to clear my head
A clear and eerie sky, there's an opening in the clouds, the stars are shining brightly
From beside a lake I watch, for the dancing

Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right
But the THC tears into me
Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find
Now I know I'm high because lights fall from the sky
No one can hear my cry

The burn in my eyes, clouded vision, psychedelic surprise
All around me the lights make their advance

Like a great green ghost
Stellar stalker, unfamiliar cosmic host

Fucked with northern lights, madness, paranoia, fright
Fucked with northern lights, this fancy bud ain't so tight
I fail to scream but my body's being entered by this thing
Glowing green orbs flight, I'm really getting fucked tonight

Paralyzed with fear the northern lights appear
If I'd known it'd be like this I'd have settled for a beer

Northern lights, I spark the pipe, to get feeling right
But the THC tears into me
Not so fine, but the bud is kind, and the lights I find
Now I know I'm high, I have now lost my mind

8. Experiment In Horticulture

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

9. Gallery Of Stupid High

Self-contained environments, where shut-ins live their worthless lives
Here you did awake, meant to gaze upon their sloth
They remain unaware as you pass and watch the pathetic routine to which they all adhere
This is the gallery of Stupid-High
Marijuana museum, exhibits of death
Behold this gallery of Stupid-High
Tremble comprehending the visions of this artist
What he has created is a drooling brain dead horde
This vast corridor displays hundreds of retards watching TV screens
All quite similar, but no two are the same
Like nihilistic paintings by a single artist, both brilliant and insane
The subjects set in living rooms, no desire to escape
Imprisoned by their own freewill, demented sculptures are their state
Unknowing, under lock and key, no escape for them is left
Couches, bongs and buds are this gallery's decor
The smell from the gallery, the stink of human waste and pot
You face the sordid nature of stoners on display
See the addicts through the looking glass, they think of nothing for their brains are mush
Witness brutal exploitation of potheads in decay