Ganja Clock

I start my engine and a metal day begins
I'm smoking ganja in the valley of my dreams
Slowly I return
Slowly I give in
Slowly I forget
What I've seen

I smoke another joint and roll out from the grass
I'm letting memories live but bad ones they must pass
Slowly I stretch out
Slowly I begin
To unleash my mind
Freedom begins

And as the bright day ends and holy night sends beams
I look back at my clock and see it's melting steam
Slowly I sleep on
Slowly in the dim
Fingers tell me darkly
Where I've been