Hashish Paradise

Red sand horizon, the heat distorts the light
A prophet in the cavern, selling bottles of the night
He whispers holy verses, but the powder is his god
One taste of his religion, and your spine begins to nod

The virgins aren't real, just a trick of the haze
Seventy-two reasons to end your days
You paid for a kingdom, you got a cheap maze
A chemical coma, a cerebral craze

THE DAGGER IS DRY! THE TRUTH IS A LIE!
THE HASHISH KING LAUGHS AS HIS FOLLOWERS DIE!

HASHISH PARADISE! (smoke fills the sky!)
A phantom delight for the blinded eye!
HASHISH PARADISE! (your soul is the price!)
A fortress of dust, built on venom and spice!
Spice!

The old man of the mountain, he peddles the fake
A taste of the garden for the killer you make
You jump from the minaret, dreaming of cream
But you hit the pavement of a sick, twisted dream
The khanates are crumbling, the empires rust
We trade our free will for a handful of dust
The silk road to heaven is a venomous thread
It leads to the gutter, or a knife in the head

THE DAGGER IS DRY! THE TRUTH IS A LIE!
THE HASHISH KING LAUGHS AS HIS FOLLOWERS DIE!

[Chorus]
(Big, anthemic, headbangable)
HASHISH PARADISE! (smoke fills the sky!)
A phantom delight for the blinded eye!
HASHISH PARADISE! (your soul is the price!)
A fortress of dust, built on venom and spice!
Spice!

Inhale the serpent... Exhale the man...
Slaves to the nectar... part of the plan...
"Come to the garden... we have the keys..."
TO LOCK UP YOUR CONSCIENCE! AND BLEED YOU ON YOUR KNEES!

Smoke in the mirror...
The vision gets clearer...
It's all... just... fear...