Besedila:
And Also The Trees Talk Without Words

We look up, silently Without quite music My face four days old You look newborn There's fear in your frown, like mine No distance away Noticing your hand

But they always quit Cause I eat through my butthole And talk nothing but shit [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Dark Lotus Devastation Murder without no premeditation

and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged are raped and

But they always quit Cause I eat through my butthole And talk nothing but shit [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Dark Lotus Devastation Murder without no premeditation