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Self-contained environments, where shut-ins live their worthless lives Here you did awake, meant to gaze upon their sloth They remane unaware as you pass and watch the pathetic routine to which they all adhere This is the gallery of stupid-high Marijuana museum, exhibits of death Behold this gallery of stupid-high Tremble comprehending the visions of this artist What he has created is a drooling brain dead horde This vast corridor displays hundreds of retards watching TV screens All quite similar, but no two are the same Like nihilistic paintings by a single artist, both brilliant and insane The subjects set in living rooms, no desire to escape Imprisoned by their own freewill, demented sculptures are their state Unknowing, under lock and key, no escape for them is left Couches, bongs and buds are this gallery's decor The smell from the gallery, the stink of human waste and pot You face the sordid nature of stoners on display See the addicts through the looking glass, they think of nothing for their brains are mush Witness brutal exploitation of potheads in decay From Letras Mania