Behind the shadows Foul beings searching for your stash They are creatures known as weedless ones Watching and waiting Pinching your bag until it is gone Taken by the weedless ones Putrid rat-like goblins to abhorrent to ever see sunlight Repellent human-like faces and bodies But more animal than they are man Their search for d** left them deformed They are deranged, Pumping through their veins crushing levels of THC Diminutive blasphemies Cursed with crippling addiction They're slaves to narcotics The weedless ones Have come for you tonight While you're pa**ed out in your mom's basement Silent they smoke your last hit Leaving none left when you awaken You look at the coffee table to see that your last bong hit has now been stolen You search the floor and between the couch cushions But you'll never see that Weed again In the distance you can hear them laughing at you There's nothing you can do But to accept the hand that you've been dealt and think about k**ing yourself Cursed with crippling addiction They're slaves to narcotics The weedless ones They've come for you while you're baked watching television distracted you let your guard down Now your Bag of Pot can't be found! [Solo: Hallhammer] Behind the shadows Foul beings searching for your stash They are creatures known as weedless ones Watching and waiting Pinching your bag until it is gone Taken by the weedless ones Tonight they've come for you while you are eating that old pizza You thought you could have a midnight snack Now you'll never get your Weed back!