The Seed (Sludge Metal, Heavy Metal, Stoner Metal)
Smoke up, do what you must do Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep The morning star we reach, think for yourself And that's you, you times a million
Look around, we surround the fields On guard for the perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed
Try hard to stop us which you can't Outnumbered by the marijuana camps Larger than nations, I can't name one without Must kill the king of drought Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky
Look around, we surround the fields On guard for perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed
This way of life has become an addiction Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition This way of life has become an addiction Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong Despite right or wrong