| Writhing in his own filth
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| Mumbling strange phrases
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| Spoken with foul words
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| Used by the ancient ones
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| His mind is a blank void
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| Brain cells have been destroyed
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| He’s confined to a cell and completely insane
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| On the wall of his cell
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| Drawings smeared in his own shit
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| His mindless rambling
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| Keeps repeating the same thing
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| Theirs no time!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| Or i’m going to die!
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| Patient 9 833 463
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| Has spent his whole life in cell block 420
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| A pale shell of a former stoner
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| Doomed to die!
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| Experiments have twisted his brain
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| In this hospital for the mentally deranged]
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| He’s addicted to potent high grade weed eternally
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| The one night it happened
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| No one could explain
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| How so many people were never seen again
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| They searched the whole building
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| But could find no trace of anyone who had been in that place
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| Psychic detectives used their gifts to try to find some clues
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| When they relived their deaths
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| They screamed as they gouged out their eyes
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| Theirs no time!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| We must shatter their bongs!
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| Or i’m going to die! |