| Surprise! |
| While everything dies
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| Lotus return again, it’s that time
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| Evil taints, Satan grows powerful
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| It can’t be stopped or held anymore
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| Locked in the garden of evil with no keyhole
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| Full blossom, in bloom was the prequel
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| From seed to flower, second, minute, an hour
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| Comets caught and devoured by the power
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| In the cursed room has planted evil seeds
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| In the land far from removed from Adam and Eve
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| Fertilizing in your bed and with the serpent’s blood
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| Life starts to form as the rain hits mud
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| The only one sole purpose for this creation
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| Annihilation, not of evil world domination
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| As the sprout takes form the angels cry
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| It’s the man with a cross on his face and his Lotus in the sky
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| Reaching up out the Earth
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| Plants of the Lotus give birth
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| Hot rain in the sky
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| Grown overnight, our DL’s high
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| La la la la la, Garden of Evil’s, alive! |
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| They say the good die young, we’ll be some old bastards, fuck it
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| Cause we gon' be evil till the day we kickin' the bucket
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| Blossom from the garden, upon it he wore
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| Dreams, a monster under your bed
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| You’re awake, you’re waiting for me
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| With one eye open, I’m planting and sprouting vines
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| That produce rotten fruits then decompose inside your mind
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| Overcome by growth, as we proceed to harvest people
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| We the cultivators of your nightmares, garden of evil!
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| Full blossom, I grow from the garden of evil
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| My weeds reaching for the red moon just like my people
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| Emerging from the dirt, dark roots from under
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| We’ll bleed red blood through our leaves, shouldn’t come here
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| For those who witness our growth, can’t forget this
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| Our pollen is lethal as you breathe in the sickness
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| The garden that spawned us pulls back into the dirt
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| The five brothers of Dark Lotus are back on Earth
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| Return of the sick petals
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| My Lotus is solid as thick metal
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| Emotional spit, rebel rebellin' against devils
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| Who come with offense
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| Level your whole shit
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| Come but it grips, better than mince
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| Whether your storm hits, I never miss it or fuck with the norm
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| It’s Dark Lotus, perform to reborn
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| We got the mask on
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| Lookin' to turn you all into pathstones
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| Protect the garden by any means (Better pass on) |