Wandering through washelli
When much to my surprise
I saw something so lovely
It brought tears to my bloodshot eyes

Three feet tall it had to stand
I slapped my forehead with my hand
I stopped in shock and stared of course
For on its stem grew twisted thorns
The buds were fat and plentiful
So I pulled out my trusty bowl
'cause I just had to have a taste
Of marijuana from the grave

Cannabis corpus.....

Dark green it was and crystallized
Smelling of formaldehyde
With hairs the color of rotting corpse
It looked like a job for my propane torch
I fired it up and took a toke
Of the dark post-mortem smoke
Held it in until I choked
And then the lights went out

Cannabis corpus.....

I stare in to an emptiness, there's absolutely nothing left
I start to scream hysterically and claw until my fingers bleed
For growing from my abdomen, the roots that feed the thorny stem
Digging deep in to my chest and feasting on my rotting flesh

Cannabis corpus.....