It was the moment that I first heard the sirens And saw the panicked news reporters on my t.v screen I got the feeling that this was more than terrorist But theirs no way I could have known how fucked up things would be Inhalation Plague! I heard reports of a green toxic vapor Spreading from a growhouse burning down in east L.A A lethal mix of T.H.C and bathsalts Once inhaled would drive its victims to hurt others than themselves Inhalation Plague! I had no time to panic The cloud of death It would soon be here Blowing reefer beyond my darkest fears! I felt lightheaded then a little woozy A burning in my nostrils like Id never felt before I knew the symptom was the first sign of exposure My coughing would not stop as I rubbed bloodshot eyes My hair began falling out It fell in clumps lightly to the floor I was so high I stopped even trying to think The mental doorway in my mind gave away Bloodcurdling visions of pain and death An overwhelming urge taking over my thoughts We must shed blood to please the reefer gods No longer in control I limped strangely out of my front door I went outside Tonight someone I know will die! I paid no heed to the chaos all around me Explosions rumbled in the distance but I did not care A brick that was lying in some rubble smashed a neighbors window so I could get inside I knew the family was hiding in the basement They would be a sacrifice To my new master now So with a steak knife I stole out of their kitchen I sliced their fucking throats!
reefer, inhalation, growhouse, bathsalts, woozy