Cannabis Corpse
Album • 2011
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Schizophrenic psycho I have lost my mind Did this to myself Smoked until retarded, the world I blame Swelling brain reprogrammed No choice but to kill Horrid transformation Never be the same, violence, blood spilt I cannot stop smoking pot Blazing jibs, toking lids I cannot stop twisting doobs Vaping out, busting scuds Kill the light I require death to feel alright Lungs breath hate These crimes will mentally masturbate More gore, more grass, I can't seem to get enough A horrifying menace to the ones I love I come to staggering realization I've become a lunatic of pot's creation Hands do things The bats are stirring in my belfry Who's the boss? The monster in the mirror is proof enough I'm crazy More gore, more grass, I can't seem to get enough A horrifying menace to the ones I love I come to staggering realization I've become a lunatic of pot's creation So high, I sharpen my knives Can you see the look in my eye? Driven mad by the bong hits I've had Scapegoat? Just born bad Schizophrenic psycho I have lost my mind Did this to myself Smoked until retarded, the world I blame Swelling brain reprogrammed No choice but to kill Horrid transformation Never be the same,slaying, murder, slaughter
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 09, 2025
Spiritual guidance, knowldege you seek A request to receive fulfillment of all your needs This vast emptiness, devoid of souls The ceremony shall unfold The longing, the needing, the feeding Satiate you hunger, the cosmic answers you are breathing The haunting, the frightening, obsessing Through these pipes you will absorb Deeply the fog released by swinging censers The chapel of bowls Evenly immolate herbs you must inhalate ritually In the Chapel of bowls Behind dark curtains Moss-filled sacristy Precious altar of emerald and echoing screams The longing, the needing, the feeding Satiate you hunger, the cosmic answers you are breathing The haunting, the frightening, obsessing Through these pipes you can hear Echoing cantors chant vaporous vespers The chapel of bowls Odorous thuribles hearkening knowledge bestowed In the chapel of bowls Within dank monstrance Pot ostensory Precious altar of emerald and aquamarine Wosrship the evil of majesties green Spiritual guidance pipes help achieve A consuming possession, engorgement upon this weed Scrying embers cold, secret truths are shown Master or slave? In the chapel of bowls Sit, stand, kneel, pray
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025
I arrive at the scene 12 mangled bodies D.O.A. Looks like a wild party This is less a house than a raw meat grinder We'd better call for back up The pure amount of gore I've never seen before Excuse me while i vomit And the pieces of the victims faces Normally would not phase me But this is gut-busted mondo mutilation These dead chunks sure are weighty I bury my emotions and return myself to work Studying more closely, things aren't as they appear Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking Search among the bits of body any shred of evidence Devastated livingroom, used rubbers and some beer Ruined faces all alike, skulls are gently smoking On closer inspection What clue could fit? Facial lacerations Removed lips Amidst the carnal carnage of this fatal swingers slaughter A nauseating haze of thick narcotic mist Astonishingly evident the bong had just been roasting Overseeing everthing from within it's darkened corner A lone and smoking bong seems to be our only witness If I smoke will I learn? Might as well try Case closed with one quick burn? Profiling Drugs enjoyed before death Their finall thrill My lungs solve within breath Bud beguiled Inebriated, I unravel this mystery Dead by bong Literally dead by bong Choke my last as I die too My poisoned body breaks Head explodes I was wrong, I fucked up I'm dead by bong too
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025
Thought not to exist Put them to your lips And I can share my gift Here, Immortal pipes Hit them if you like But I name my own price Immortal Pipes Getting stoned tonight Immortal Pipes Promise you eternal life Please now just a taste And if you will make haste Others I must tempt These ensorcelled pipes Smouke up if you like Your fortune and my share Immortal Pipes Symbol of narcotic might Immortal Pipes Promise you eternal life Wicked temptation towards inhalation Thirst for immortality, spiritually impiety The bowl has been passed, you cannot turn back Chained to me beneath my feet, now on the soul I shall feed Possessed frame of man I am now Emptiness is all I hold now Deadened reddened eyes All-time highest high My bitch to command Ancient sordid pipes Visit you some night If you try you will fry Immortal Pipes Symbol of narcotic might Immortal Pipes IMMORTAL PIPES
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 09, 2025
There is something nasty pounding in my chest Somethings wrong, Heart is racing, feeling awfully tense Surprisingly my teeth are ripping through my tongue Fast and sharp, a flame ingnited in my lungs Am I just high? It's not just imagination I'm burning alive! Blaze of Torment Excruciating terror, unable to stand Smoke from all orifices, scream but I can't Boils surface, excruciating damage Boiling guts, now I am toast Help! Do anything you can Enduring a spontaneous combustion, man Smoldering suicidde Blaze Of Torment Helpless I fry Help! Do anything you can Enduring a spontaneous combustion, man Smoldering suicide Blaze of Torment
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025
Sincere devotion, I consecrate my loyalty Replete devotion, I understand my purpose now Permitting smoke to enter in Intense sensation, crawling skin Strength conferred as my reward A surge of strength as I'm reborn Sworn to the Bag Container of my conscientiousness Sworn to the Bag A splendid sack my source of ruthlessness Sworn to the Bag My opposition finds unscrupulous Sworn to the Bag Your christian god I think is ludicrous Sworn to the Bag I am sworn to the Bag Imbibe the fumes, unlock the chronic's might The high resumes, for the Bag I burn, to the death I'll fight The chains are broken, unrestricted, finally free This strain evoken, operate omniscient weed Permitting smoke to ender in Intense sensation, crawling skin Ambrosial piety, a test Endochronic in excess Sworn to the Bag I'm not a wimp, I am a banger Sworn to the Bag It's not a crutch, it's my hammer Sworn to the Bag All other gots are meaningless Sworn to the Bag Yours on the cross I find ridiculous Sworn to the Bag The only golden calf that's worth it Fuck it
Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025
Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime glowing light They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they instruct They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and soon submit Take me away Kind bud kind of makes me cough In vapor trails of pot exhaust Kind bud space craft lifting off Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights whiz by me Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic pace Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no doubt Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal leafed curls Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp civilization Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in carnivourous flowers My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant extraterrestrial weed Kind Bud Space Bong Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live Where they creep, cruelty Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live Where the Kind live Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my death seems averted Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it's where I am headed that I should be fearing Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand what awaits A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen to scientifically rape
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025
Poured out from the tube of resinated comes A blackness, a vision, annihilation Utilize augury in these last uncertain days Apperceiving intoxicant, inhaling is the only way Deep gaping hole in my mind has expanded Mind is blank, no more thoughts, stupefacient Spellworthy vestige terrifying shapeless void Dope encircled passageway Gateways to Inhalation Fierce psychic trauma wringing out cerebral sponge The neurotransmitters are getting stronger Penetrative power-premonition sees through me Sees through me All-consuming swelling pains threaten what exists Total mental meltdown mount to resist Titillated, brain activated Somehow knowing, drugs are flowing Reawakened enlightenment, reason I have found Panoplanar vegetable, boundless voids surrounds Extrasensory expansion hits Barely grasping At the end of your wits Evil visions taunting you, they beckon, "come inside" Portal summoned forth now from a bloodshot third eye Stoned again, lost within, what a ride Lost somewhere in time Gateways to Inhalation
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025
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
Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025
Beneath the ground Lie the labs of men who Who do play god Hidden leaders Chosen for their loyalty Horrors grown from weed Beneath the grow lights thou shall rise Marijuana users abducted more frequently now Habitual and recreative alike Ignored like losers, no shred of evidence found Media black-out, none to put up a fight Beneath the grow lights thou shall rise Rise The men that I see, coldly looking at me Above, gamma beams glowing with their toxic radiation Below, foulness of experimental stem-cells and shit Panic, your veins pumping with a green and sticky fluid Terror, transforming, arise a budding creature Who or What have you become? Horrific sight beneath their eyes Beneath grow lights though shall rise
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025
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