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Grotesque Inhalement
04:00
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Fishbowl Asphyxiation
02:30
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"Roll one up!" says the driver
On our expedition to nowhere
Light the blunt, inhale the smoke
Until there is no more air to breathe
With the ganja burning we have sealed our fate
With the windows up and locked
Smoke filled the cabin until there was no oxygen
And we became asphyxiated in the...
Fishbowl, fishbowl asphyxiation
Smoke the reefer, smoke the reefer
When they found the car crashed in a ditch
And the stoners trapped inside
As they were extricated with the jaws of life
A crimson gaze left in their eyes
Exhale to expire
Fishbowl asphyxiation
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Exhumed for Edibles
03:35
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Blasphemous act
Unearthing the body remains in tact
Foulest stench
Hauling the dead to my domain
Decapitate and cut the stiff into fourths
Peel off the skin that remains
Defiled by maggots and worms
Each piece of mangled flesh
Used to make the most potent
Concoctions and tinctures
Laced with THC and blood
Crushed in the rosin press
Genitals discarded
De-carbed in the furnace
Infused in the butter
The dead were exhumed for edibles
Find me for your fix
My craft is expensive
The high is the ultimate...
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Bong Rip Execution
02:59
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Cut off his supply of oxygen
Let cyanosis set in
Ignite the throne of bongs and see what happens when
He smokes his own skin
Crimes, the deeds that you commit
Atrocities against man beyond an intervention
Punishment, must now be vigilant
A bong rip execution
Punishment shall fit the crime
Stole a bag of cigar guts
To acquire scratch tickets
Met at the end of the street
Cash in lap and then he tried to flee
Grasping the window
Could not keep up
Back tire swallowed
His body now just a lump
Limp in the street
Atrocities against man beyond an intervention
Punishment shall fit the crime
Strapped to the chair
Tubes in all orifices
Bongs of black smoke
Inhale your death
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The Roach Collector
05:22
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I am the roach collector
Collecting cadavers of the smoken
Sticky with resin from the joint
I wait until the burnt and lifeless body is dry
Remains kept in a jar
Until the day I need them or collected enough
Slice them open
Eviscerate the inners
Yellowing my fingers
Smell of the corpse
Covered in the resin from the blunt
Piling the entrails
Disposing of the skin
Rolled into new flesh
Smoked to oblivion
These entrails shall be burnt
Into ash back to earth
I am the roach collector
Collecting the charred bodies
These rotting entrails
Shall be inhaled in ritual
Smoked into nothingness
A sacrifice, habitual
I am the Roach Collector
Collecting the rejected
I shall keep them in a jar
To fester in a tar miasma
I am sorrow, the Roach Collector
Bring me your roaches
I shall smoke upon their burnt entails and inhale
The charred and stale limbs atrophied
And they belong all to me
All to me...
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Inhalement Boston, Massachusetts
Death Metal from Boston, MA.
Bluntmaestro - Vocals/Guitar
Matt Mariano -
Guitar/Vocals
Rob Sauer - Bass
Joe Dwyer - Drums
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