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Walking alone among the resting dead

Stalking those below for a tool to use this night

The smoke of souls rotten graveyard stench

The smoking of souls a hesher has his revenge

Open the lid of the coffin

With a blade hack off the head

I'm sure that he won't mind a bit

Because he's already dead

Make sure no one sees you

Lurking around in the night

A fresh skull in your hands

I'm sure it would be such a sight

Rotten decapitation smokeable

Autopsy leaving the limbs now

Stealing the skull

Its gaze drives you to paranoia

Left to shake aghast with tremors

You cannot help yourself

I will fill you this night

I will smoke you

You have been smoked

I take your face to my workshop

A metal tube atop your head

I fix a sharpened glass slide

Into your mung filled eye

Pack bud inside the rancid bowl

And toast up my first bit inside you

Obsession with smoking the dead

Now have become a slave

Addiction has taken its grip

More weed is what you crave

Inside the heads of your victims

Smoking device is born

Eyes rolling back into the head

Homicidal murder storm

Now you have been smoked