Addicted To Hash In A Tin

Into the wilderness, I found myself powerlessAt the hands of this antiquated artifact, thought obsoleteI had uncovered it, container of obscurityArchaeological findings, increased heartbeatI chose not to speak of it, hid it away in my toolkitA simple tin containing petrified hashIt took my breath away, inexplicable mental swaySoon my affection would grow unabashedI must protect you at all costNone comprehend, hash in a tin, my best friendAddicted to hash in a tin, prepare to commit the ultimate sinMurder for the false god before youI'll murder for you, hash in a tin, masterYou have no choiceI hear the tin's laughterWaiting until the rest go to sleepI sharpen my shovel to kill in deceitGo to sleepUnleash my bud-thirsty devotionDecapitate excavation team in sleeping stateA brutal weapon as it is, this shovel sure is killing greatThe blood, it splatters on my face, all their lives I must eraseKill for meYes indeedMake them bleedAs you command meBodies mangled, torn apartTeeth removed for no one to knowDig them graves or leave them to burnA taste of hash I think that I've earnedIt's about time you reward your humble slaveNo! I'm not to be passed aroundI don't want to sell you, I just want to smoke youYou can't do this to meLet me hit that shitNow I realize what has happened hereThat hash, it didn't talk to meI'm just a pothead archaeologistWith a homicidal urge to chill